[Okay, well, that's not ideal. But at least Nate isn't trying to fry his psi-comms. Appreciate that, buddy.
Quentin doesn't bother wasting too many words, since he's not sure how much longer Nate's gonna be able to talk. Besides, he needs the spare brainpower to prepare himself for whatever psychic explosion the guy is about to unleash. Psychic surge protector, yeah? Can't be that hard to figure out.]
/Consider my loins girded, thanks for the heads up. You got Summers?/
[Quentin can tell Nate's headed for the portal, so no need to arrange a meeting spot, which means the priority is Scott. Sure, it's unlikely that Nate would leave the kid behind, and he may not even be conscious long to answer, but... worth checking. Just to make sure. Nate's not used to having teammates, after all.]
( Blood begins to drip from his nose as he uses what strength he has left in him to get both himself and his young alternate father to the portal. His body feels on fire against the cool air he pushes against, pieces of his conscious mind breaking apart the harder he goes. He's only got a minute or so before he's out. Perks of this having happened a few times before is that he knows the telltale signs of when he's about to crash and an idea of how long he has before he absolutely cannot push any further. )
About the only thing I can carry right now. Heading for the portal. Almost there.
[Oof, Quentin can feel how hard Nate's pushing himself. Makes his teeth clench and his bones ache.
... Damn it, he's not going to get away with just protecting himself from the overload of psionic energy and calling it a day, is he? What if Nate doesn't make it to the portal? And even if he does, what? Nate burns himself out while Quentin over here is playing summer camp and twiddling his thumbs? Wow real shame about that Nate guy becoming a supernova, if only someone could have done something. Probably more Jean's problem than Quentin's anyway.
Ugh. Fine.]
/That's plenty. Get to the portal, we'll take it from there. I'll buy you a few extra minutes, sit tight./
[He reaches out and does his best to hold together the fraying bits of Nate's mind. The guy's pushing past his limits, right? One omega worth of shit. But two should be able to bear the brunt a little easier. Right? Right. Sure, the fact that an omega's powers are by definition limitless kinda makes that math not shake out, but whatever.
It burns like all get out, giving Nate a psychic shoulder to lean on, but hey. What are friends for, right?]
He's counting down the seconds he has until he slips into the dark that comes with falling unconscious. His mind unravels, his body aches, blood drips harder from his nose. That's when he feels something through the connection — when the pieces of his mind falling away begin to slowly slip back into place almost. Not as perfectly as they had been before. More like someone taking strips of tape and putting back together a broken vase. It takes him a second to pick up on what's happening when he then feels Quentin's psychic presence there with him and he blearily looks to him there through their connection. )
What are you...
( doing? He wants to ask, but is unable to.
The portal is there — he can see it from where he pushes through the air with Scott pulled along. The portal is there and he... can't... get there. It's a sudden flash of bright light within him — within the center of his mind and while quiet, it explodes in a way that sends a tidal wave of a psychic shockwave through their connection, racing towards Quentin for impact. The moment the burst of light happens, Nate's out. Falls from the sky along with Scott, though he'd been keeping the younger mutant lower than him for this exact reason. But he's out and he crashes into the ground, skidding and rolling across it until he finally comes to a stop and he's just... there. Out. But at least he made it close enough to the portal. )
[Scott isn't a telepath, but he doesn't need to be one to tell that Nate was pushing himself to his absolute limit. After Beckett and seeing the way he's been sweating with blood down dripping from his nose, it was more than enough to clue the young mutant in. And of course he's fucking worried. Whatever weird relationship he has with the other mutants in this world, he still cares, and there's been a couple of times along the way back to the portal where Scott voiced his concerns about the other's well-being.
But Nate kept going... and it was hard to fully protest. It's not like Scott really has a means to get them back to the portal himself. Dragging the other mutant across the desert would definitely be a bad idea.
Still, despite expecting Nate to start collapsing at any moment, there's no disguising his small yell as their flight suddenly ends-- their bodies plummeting to the earth without much warning. Luckily not from a great height, but his body still hits the ground with a slightly rough impact, sliding and rolling across it until that momentum stops, leaving him in a small heap. He's pretty sure that nothing snapped, but Scott still coughs-- finding it hard to orient himself for a few seconds. He'll be fine! He just needs a moment to recover, even though it's tempting to just close his eyes and lie limp for a while. He's tired too, but no. Get up, Summers.]
Nate...!
[He coughs again as he slowly pulls himself up, knees bending up so that he can slowly pull himself off the ground and look at the other mutant with undisguised worry. Don't be dead-- don't be dead, and Scott starts running over to his side (after stumbling a little).] Come on man!
[Don't die. Not like this. Not as he looks down at the older mutant that he's been working with for the past few days. Some relief surges through him when he sees that Nate's chest is still moving, but he doesn't waste any more time, his hands gripping underneath his shoulders so that he can start dragging him back to the portal. This first. Then he'll worry about the others that are still chasing Alrys.]
( quentin reaches out to him, which is the first sign something is really wrong here. nate's down is telling enough, but i'm trying to keep his brain together is another concern altogether. julian hightails it right out of camp, doesn't bother slowly losing speed as he approaches the portal but drops to the ground with his feet still running to keep with his momentum. there's no sign of anyone coming through the portal, yet, and julian knows enough from what aurora said to know better than to rush through it himself.
instead, he waits until there's even the slightest sign of someone coming through, and grabs onto whatever he can reach first to start dragging them on through. )
It was already solidly in the "not fun" category when he contacted Julian, but Quentin almost falls out of the damn sky when that psychic shockwave hits him. Keyword: almost. Thankfully Nate gave him enough of a heads up that, despite Quentin doing the stupidest thing possible and trying to help the poor bastard out, he could still do some last-minute telepathic finagling to not get completely wrecked. It hurts, though. Like... a lot. Like the worst charley horse, the worst brain freeze, and a punch to the kidney all at once. Woof. Good thing he brought back-up.
Quentin had a head start, but Julian makes it to the portal first. Unsurprising, considering he's not currently getting his brain clobbered by an omega telepath going supernova (and also he's just a faster flyer than Quentin but that's irrelevant). Must be nice. He also had a far more nimble landing than Quentin, who almost immediately face-plants on the ground several feet away from the portal, but manages to keep his balance with just some awkward stumbling. Look, he's still upright! And that's what matters.]
Need any help with that?
[Quentin gestures at whatever's going on at the portal. So what if he's huffing and puffing, hunched over with his hands braced on his knees, and clearly had a bloody nose a few minutes ago? He's fine. Mind your business.]
[The first thing either mutant will see from the portal is Scott.
At least, the back of him, a perhaps familiar jacket in sight as he struggles to walk back with Nate's body still firmly gripped and pulled in his hands. He's clearly struggling with the weight, but he's not letting go, even as his muscles strain to pull the other mutant through. Wouldn't it be fucking pathetic if he let Nate down now? Right at the end? After he flew them most of the way back? He only temporarily stops as he feels Julian grab onto the back of his jacket, his voice familiar and actually warranted and wanted right now.
He thinks he also hears Quentin. And that means..
They're here. With other mutants. They're really back in Etraya and thus with people that can actually help Nate and see what's going on. He's still worried of course, focused on the comatose form of Nate and the fact that he's only halfway through the portal. You know. Give everyone a look at Nate's closed eyes and bloody nose and everything.]
Can't exactly fall forward like this! [He shouts, almost demanding.] Just help me pull him!
( with one hand on scott's jacket, the other trying to wrap around a shoulder to find nate on the other side of him, but it's fine. because as soon as he has a good grip on scott himself, julian's intentionally falling backwards and onto the grass and pulling scott along with him. soon as nate's body is through the portal enough that julian can latch onto it telekinetically, he'll start yanking that guy along, too.
so, no, no help needed from quentin for the moment. he knows the guy probably feels like shit after keeping nate's head together as long as he could, and yanking a couple teenagers through a portal wouldn't be difficult if julian could, you know, actually go through it. )
[Julian's got this? Yeah, Julian's got this. Which is good, because Quentin does feel like shit. Ouch.
Not that feeling like shit has ever stopped him before. One of the "perks" of being an omega, he supposes. Most mutants to do flashy impressive bullshit like Nate over there, but more often than not? For Quentin it usually just means a limitless ability to keep plugging along well after the point where he'd rather take an aspirin and nap for about two weeks. Lucky him.
Alright, break time's over, Quire. Get your ass in the game. He glances at Nate and... yep, that's a mess. Guy's noggin is in shambles. Okay, that's top of the list to deal with back at camp. Before that, though... Now that Scott's safely on this side of the portal, Quentin points at him, and look at that! His arm is only shaking a little bit! Hooray.]
Summers. Did that Beckett guy mess with your head? I mean that you know of.
[Nope, not even going to bother giving Keller any exposition for that. Look, if Julian can't figure out from context clues the bare minimum of "Beckett" being a telepath or similar, then that's on him. Also Quentin promised to update him later. Right now he's here to be the brawn, not the brain.]
[Scott falls backwards with Julian after one great pull and if he lands on top of the other mutant, he's not too sorry about it. After all, this is why the other mutant is here thanks (though he'll move off Julian soon enough). But more importantly, most of Nate's body is clear out of the portal, just only needing that extra pull from Julian's telekinetic powers to tug the rest of him from the other side until he's safely back in Etraya and in one piece.
Like, it'd really suck if the portal closed in on him halfway!! Not that Aurora looks like she's going to-- her presence honestly barely noted before he's looking at Quentin and shaking his head.]
No, I didn't feel him do anything. If you want to go through my head just in case, then fine. [Scott?? Don't be so open to someone going through your mind?? But the teen squares his jaw, nodding back to Nate.] But help him first. I-I think he pushed himself too much. He's been using his powers a lot.
[He doesn't fully notice how exhausted Quentin is himself... just sort of locked in about Nate. The teen is fretting in his own way, letting that concern build up and leak into his voice.]
( there's an oof when scott comes tumbling on through the portal on top of him, but that's the whole point of julian's presence here to begin with, so he doesn't complain about it any. especially not when nate is still down. instead of any bitching, julian wraps an arm around nate's midsection, getting up onto his knees so he can shove an arm under the guy's legs and - pushes up onto his feet while carrying him. yeah, part of the weight is being lifted by his telekinesis just to get him up, but -
they're not leaving nate on the ground while he's unconscious, and it's not like quire's in any shape to be lugging the guy around. )
Check Summers' head. ( better to be safe than sorry, after all. ) Since this one's still out, ( with a nod of his head to nate. ) should probably check the one that's awake enough to cause damage if someone is fucking with him.
["Check Summers' head" says Julian. Like he's the boss and knows everything when he's literally the guy here who knows the least. Unbelievable. It makes Quentin not even want to do it, just on principle. Except he should and was already planning to and it's a good idea—it was literally Quentin's idea—and he is not in fact a petulant child. He's a petulant adult, thank you very much.]
Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
[Is he directing that to Scott or Julian? Doesn't matter. Either of them. Both. Who cares. Quentin's head hurts, and now he's pissy.
Still, he puts two fingers to his temple and does a quick and dirty scan of Scott's brain, not bothering to be overly thorough since he's pretty sure Nate would've sensed it if something fishy was going on upstairs. And also because using his powers feels like rubbing sandpaper on a sunburn.]
Well, Tyke-clops is clean. And the only one fucking with Nate is Nate. His mind is a wreck, but that's just him being dramatic. Burned himself out. I should be able to stabilize him before he goes Chernobyl on our asses as long as we get him back to camp without wasting time.
["We," he says. Only one of them is currently holding Nate. Hint hint.]
[Scott just watches as Julian pulls Nate up into his arms, a sudden feeling of relief combating against the lump that's developed in his throat. The other mutant's being helped now, but it feels like he should've done more somehow? Stop this from happening in the first place? He doesn't know. He just hates seeing how unmoving Nate is in Julian's arms.
Fuck.
If he reacts to Quentin quickly shuffling through his brain, it honestly doesn't show. Scott's just distracted? Sort of used to telepaths going through in there? Yes. He only really turns his eyes towards the only conscious telepath here, swallowing down that earlier lump that's been crawling up-- and maybe seeking just a little reassurance from the omega mutant that Nate will be okay.]
Obviously. ( this isn't even close to the first time julian's princess carried someone away from a disaster zone, so it's whatever. he's got nate held pretty comfortably, it's just a matter of, apparently, getting them back to camp quickly. )
Crap like this happens all the time. Probably isn't Quire's first time holding together another Summers' head, either. And we've got a healer back at camp for anything that's not keeping one's psyche in one piece.
( a step forward, and a green platform of telekinetic energy appears under julian's foot, which he - gestures with his chin towards to get the rest of them over to, since quire looks like he's struggling enough as it is. )
(Who's pretty, blonde, tall, and absolutely fucking nosy? It's your girl.
Listen, this time, she wasn't even trying to be nosy. She was minding her own business when she got a shockwave in the psychic landscape, and the presence of two known minds being back in Etraya. Quentin's mind is the one she is lightly touching, bits and pieces, generalizations — she's got the idea, and didn't need to get closer, preventing her own brain from frying too.
Running support, eh? Good. First things first — find a cabin for Nate to be rested in, she's choosing Iguana's, excuse her as she finds a suitable place to put Nate on. Second thing, find food to restabilize Quentin when he's done with Nate. At least she knows how now, so she's picking out the most sugary, jaw-breaking candies she can to deliver to him when he gets to camp. Last, not least, Scott, but for that one she needs him in camp to deal with.
In general, her plan for the aftermath is very simple: get Julian to watch Nate and keep an eye on the telekinetic energy "just in case", crucially away from Quentin while he gets his shit together and his brain in order, and she will snatch Scott before Julian gets pissy and worried. Sounds like a solid plan.
[Quentin is just about to give Summers what would no doubt be some extremely encouraging, inspirational, uh... other-adjectives-probably garbage to make him feel probably feel better—except then he's interrupted. By a) Julian saying another Summers and b) Sophie deciding to butt in.
Sure.
Why not.
Might as well.
At least Sophie is being helpful. Unlike Hellion, who is living up to his code name in the most annoying possible way. Jesus, you bring a guy on a rescue mission as a glorified pack mule one time, and what happens? Dude gets all... uppity about it. And can't keep his mouth shut or mind his business. The audacity.
Quentin gives Sophie the telepathic equivalent of a "thumbs up" reaction emoji, looping Scott and Julian in so they know her message has been acknowledged. If either of them wants to pipe up and add to that, they can be his guest, but he's not wasting the brainpower. Instead, he just waves Summers toward Keller's little TK platform thing with a dismissive eye roll. Quentin is, notably, not approaching said platform.]
What he said. [Does it physically pain him right now to agree with Julian? Yes. But he's doing it. Because he's a goddamn team player.]
I'm good at this shit. Trust me, I'll put Humpty Dumpty back together again. Now go, shoo, all aboard the Hellion Express or whatever. I'll be right behind you.
[He dares Julian to say some bullshit about Quentin flying himself. He fucking dares.]
[Scott barely notices Sophie's message. Honestly, he barely even registers Quentin's answer to his own question about Nate's safety, because he's staring hard at Julian, mouth parted as one single sentence runs through his brain over and over again.
Another Summers.
What the fuck. What the fuck.
And--]
Nate is related to me?! And you all knew?! [His voice is rising and. He's not sure whether or not to be angry or upset or confused or something else. Maybe all of the above? Yeah, that sounds good right now. Why stick with one feeling when you can experience them all at the same time?
Someone might need to push Scott onto the Hellion Express.]
( why is he stuck with summers jr. he told sophie he didn't want to have to deal with it, and yet here he is, babysitting him while carrying nate. this is quentin's fault somehow probably.
even if he acknowledges it was his idea to send scott, and therefore, it is julian's fault and his responsibility. whatever. there's a roll of his eyes, and he takes a step in closer to scott. one of his prosthetics flits away from where it hovers at his forearm where his hand would be, if he had them, to grab onto the back of scott's jacket and yank him up onto the telekinetic platform. he could just fly them both without it, but that's more effort. )
Yeah? He's like your alternate universe kid. ( were they not supposed to tell him that. ) You've got two of them here, you'll get used to it.
( because that helps.
doesn't matter much anyway, because julian's got hold of scott, and he's flying them back toward camp. )
Quentin follows like he said he would, keeping an eye out for Summers trying to wriggle out of Julian's grip or starting any shit. He would really rather not fly Scott back himself, considering he's not exactly in peak condition at the moment, but he will if he has to. Not preferable, though. Look, Keller's gotta pull his own weight here, especially if he's gonna be such a pain in the ass.]
I just wanna state for the record that Nate's the one who didn't want you to know. It's just that Mr. "Doesn't Tag His Spoilers" can't help opening his big stupid mouth.
[Throwing both Nate and Julian under the bus? You betcha.]
Also, Snape kills Dumbledore, and Bruce Willis is a ghost. In case you wanted any other plot twists ruined for you.
[It's a sign of how much shock Scott is in that he isn't even bitching all that much about Julian pulling him onto the platform. Or maybe it's all that anger and confusion that's building up in the teen, just more and more being added by the minute, as he looks at the other mutant and oh okay. Yeah, just add on the fact that he has two kids here! Great!!
Luckily for Quentin, Scott's not really trying to wiggle out of his grip. There is a passing thought of just blasting Julian with his powers, the only thing stopping him is the fact that Nate still needs help. But it sure is fucking tempting still. Partially because Nate also knew apparently and as such, he's kind of pissed at him too!!
About the other stuff Quentin mentions though... he has no idea what he's talking about and he doesn't care right now.]
No one told me we were keeping crap from Cyclops Jr.
( because in what world does that make any sense to bother with anyway? it's not as if secrets last long in their crew. julian's still got a hand on scott, both arms wrapped around nate, and they're - going. mostly because he now wants this to be over as quickly as possible, and because they've got people waiting on them. )
I literally told you why I asked you to go. I didn't have any ulterior motives or whatever bullshit. You went. You did your stupid job. Congratulations. Your life's full of weird crap and you're a massive asshole most the time. We all got used to Summers' bullshit back home, you'll adjust.
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Quentin doesn't bother wasting too many words, since he's not sure how much longer Nate's gonna be able to talk. Besides, he needs the spare brainpower to prepare himself for whatever psychic explosion the guy is about to unleash. Psychic surge protector, yeah? Can't be that hard to figure out.]
/Consider my loins girded, thanks for the heads up. You got Summers?/
[Quentin can tell Nate's headed for the portal, so no need to arrange a meeting spot, which means the priority is Scott. Sure, it's unlikely that Nate would leave the kid behind, and he may not even be conscious long to answer, but... worth checking. Just to make sure. Nate's not used to having teammates, after all.]
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About the only thing I can carry right now. Heading for the portal. Almost there.
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... Damn it, he's not going to get away with just protecting himself from the overload of psionic energy and calling it a day, is he? What if Nate doesn't make it to the portal? And even if he does, what? Nate burns himself out while Quentin over here is playing summer camp and twiddling his thumbs? Wow real shame about that Nate guy becoming a supernova, if only someone could have done something. Probably more Jean's problem than Quentin's anyway.
Ugh. Fine.]
/That's plenty. Get to the portal, we'll take it from there. I'll buy you a few extra minutes, sit tight./
[He reaches out and does his best to hold together the fraying bits of Nate's mind. The guy's pushing past his limits, right? One omega worth of shit. But two should be able to bear the brunt a little easier. Right? Right. Sure, the fact that an omega's powers are by definition limitless kinda makes that math not shake out, but whatever.
It burns like all get out, giving Nate a psychic shoulder to lean on, but hey. What are friends for, right?]
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He's counting down the seconds he has until he slips into the dark that comes with falling unconscious. His mind unravels, his body aches, blood drips harder from his nose. That's when he feels something through the connection — when the pieces of his mind falling away begin to slowly slip back into place almost. Not as perfectly as they had been before. More like someone taking strips of tape and putting back together a broken vase. It takes him a second to pick up on what's happening when he then feels Quentin's psychic presence there with him and he blearily looks to him there through their connection. )
What are you...
( doing? He wants to ask, but is unable to.
The portal is there — he can see it from where he pushes through the air with Scott pulled along. The portal is there and he... can't... get there. It's a sudden flash of bright light within him — within the center of his mind and while quiet, it explodes in a way that sends a tidal wave of a psychic shockwave through their connection, racing towards Quentin for impact. The moment the burst of light happens, Nate's out. Falls from the sky along with Scott, though he'd been keeping the younger mutant lower than him for this exact reason. But he's out and he crashes into the ground, skidding and rolling across it until he finally comes to a stop and he's just... there. Out. But at least he made it close enough to the portal. )
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But Nate kept going... and it was hard to fully protest. It's not like Scott really has a means to get them back to the portal himself. Dragging the other mutant across the desert would definitely be a bad idea.
Still, despite expecting Nate to start collapsing at any moment, there's no disguising his small yell as their flight suddenly ends-- their bodies plummeting to the earth without much warning. Luckily not from a great height, but his body still hits the ground with a slightly rough impact, sliding and rolling across it until that momentum stops, leaving him in a small heap. He's pretty sure that nothing snapped, but Scott still coughs-- finding it hard to orient himself for a few seconds. He'll be fine! He just needs a moment to recover, even though it's tempting to just close his eyes and lie limp for a while. He's tired too, but no. Get up, Summers.]
Nate...!
[He coughs again as he slowly pulls himself up, knees bending up so that he can slowly pull himself off the ground and look at the other mutant with undisguised worry. Don't be dead-- don't be dead, and Scott starts running over to his side (after stumbling a little).] Come on man!
[Don't die. Not like this. Not as he looks down at the older mutant that he's been working with for the past few days. Some relief surges through him when he sees that Nate's chest is still moving, but he doesn't waste any more time, his hands gripping underneath his shoulders so that he can start dragging him back to the portal. This first. Then he'll worry about the others that are still chasing Alrys.]
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instead, he waits until there's even the slightest sign of someone coming through, and grabs onto whatever he can reach first to start dragging them on through. )
Just fall forward, I'll catch you.
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It was already solidly in the "not fun" category when he contacted Julian, but Quentin almost falls out of the damn sky when that psychic shockwave hits him. Keyword: almost. Thankfully Nate gave him enough of a heads up that, despite Quentin doing the stupidest thing possible and trying to help the poor bastard out, he could still do some last-minute telepathic finagling to not get completely wrecked. It hurts, though. Like... a lot. Like the worst charley horse, the worst brain freeze, and a punch to the kidney all at once. Woof. Good thing he brought back-up.
Quentin had a head start, but Julian makes it to the portal first. Unsurprising, considering he's not currently getting his brain clobbered by an omega telepath going supernova (and also he's just a faster flyer than Quentin but that's irrelevant). Must be nice. He also had a far more nimble landing than Quentin, who almost immediately face-plants on the ground several feet away from the portal, but manages to keep his balance with just some awkward stumbling. Look, he's still upright! And that's what matters.]
Need any help with that?
[Quentin gestures at whatever's going on at the portal. So what if he's huffing and puffing, hunched over with his hands braced on his knees, and clearly had a bloody nose a few minutes ago? He's fine. Mind your business.]
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At least, the back of him, a perhaps familiar jacket in sight as he struggles to walk back with Nate's body still firmly gripped and pulled in his hands. He's clearly struggling with the weight, but he's not letting go, even as his muscles strain to pull the other mutant through. Wouldn't it be fucking pathetic if he let Nate down now? Right at the end? After he flew them most of the way back? He only temporarily stops as he feels Julian grab onto the back of his jacket, his voice familiar and actually warranted and wanted right now.
He thinks he also hears Quentin. And that means..
They're here. With other mutants. They're really back in Etraya and thus with people that can actually help Nate and see what's going on. He's still worried of course, focused on the comatose form of Nate and the fact that he's only halfway through the portal. You know. Give everyone a look at Nate's closed eyes and bloody nose and everything.]
Can't exactly fall forward like this! [He shouts, almost demanding.] Just help me pull him!
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( with one hand on scott's jacket, the other trying to wrap around a shoulder to find nate on the other side of him, but it's fine. because as soon as he has a good grip on scott himself, julian's intentionally falling backwards and onto the grass and pulling scott along with him. soon as nate's body is through the portal enough that julian can latch onto it telekinetically, he'll start yanking that guy along, too.
so, no, no help needed from quentin for the moment. he knows the guy probably feels like shit after keeping nate's head together as long as he could, and yanking a couple teenagers through a portal wouldn't be difficult if julian could, you know, actually go through it. )
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Not that feeling like shit has ever stopped him before. One of the "perks" of being an omega, he supposes. Most mutants to do flashy impressive bullshit like Nate over there, but more often than not? For Quentin it usually just means a limitless ability to keep plugging along well after the point where he'd rather take an aspirin and nap for about two weeks. Lucky him.
Alright, break time's over, Quire. Get your ass in the game. He glances at Nate and... yep, that's a mess. Guy's noggin is in shambles. Okay, that's top of the list to deal with back at camp. Before that, though... Now that Scott's safely on this side of the portal, Quentin points at him, and look at that! His arm is only shaking a little bit! Hooray.]
Summers. Did that Beckett guy mess with your head? I mean that you know of.
[Nope, not even going to bother giving Keller any exposition for that. Look, if Julian can't figure out from context clues the bare minimum of "Beckett" being a telepath or similar, then that's on him. Also Quentin promised to update him later. Right now he's here to be the brawn, not the brain.]
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Like, it'd really suck if the portal closed in on him halfway!! Not that Aurora looks like she's going to-- her presence honestly barely noted before he's looking at Quentin and shaking his head.]
No, I didn't feel him do anything. If you want to go through my head just in case, then fine. [Scott?? Don't be so open to someone going through your mind?? But the teen squares his jaw, nodding back to Nate.] But help him first. I-I think he pushed himself too much. He's been using his powers a lot.
[He doesn't fully notice how exhausted Quentin is himself... just sort of locked in about Nate. The teen is fretting in his own way, letting that concern build up and leak into his voice.]
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they're not leaving nate on the ground while he's unconscious, and it's not like quire's in any shape to be lugging the guy around. )
Check Summers' head. ( better to be safe than sorry, after all. ) Since this one's still out, ( with a nod of his head to nate. ) should probably check the one that's awake enough to cause damage if someone is fucking with him.
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Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
[Is he directing that to Scott or Julian? Doesn't matter. Either of them. Both. Who cares. Quentin's head hurts, and now he's pissy.
Still, he puts two fingers to his temple and does a quick and dirty scan of Scott's brain, not bothering to be overly thorough since he's pretty sure Nate would've sensed it if something fishy was going on upstairs. And also because using his powers feels like rubbing sandpaper on a sunburn.]
Well, Tyke-clops is clean. And the only one fucking with Nate is Nate. His mind is a wreck, but that's just him being dramatic. Burned himself out. I should be able to stabilize him before he goes Chernobyl on our asses as long as we get him back to camp without wasting time.
["We," he says. Only one of them is currently holding Nate. Hint hint.]
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Fuck.
If he reacts to Quentin quickly shuffling through his brain, it honestly doesn't show. Scott's just distracted? Sort of used to telepaths going through in there? Yes. He only really turns his eyes towards the only conscious telepath here, swallowing down that earlier lump that's been crawling up-- and maybe seeking just a little reassurance from the omega mutant that Nate will be okay.]
So you can really help him? [...] He'll be okay?
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Crap like this happens all the time. Probably isn't Quire's first time holding together another Summers' head, either. And we've got a healer back at camp for anything that's not keeping one's psyche in one piece.
( a step forward, and a green platform of telekinetic energy appears under julian's foot, which he - gestures with his chin towards to get the rest of them over to, since quire looks like he's struggling enough as it is. )
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Listen, this time, she wasn't even trying to be nosy. She was minding her own business when she got a shockwave in the psychic landscape, and the presence of two known minds being back in Etraya. Quentin's mind is the one she is lightly touching, bits and pieces, generalizations — she's got the idea, and didn't need to get closer, preventing her own brain from frying too.
Running support, eh? Good. First things first — find a cabin for Nate to be rested in, she's choosing Iguana's, excuse her as she finds a suitable place to put Nate on. Second thing, find food to restabilize Quentin when he's done with Nate. At least she knows how now, so she's picking out the most sugary, jaw-breaking candies she can to deliver to him when he gets to camp. Last, not least, Scott, but for that one she needs him in camp to deal with.
In general, her plan for the aftermath is very simple: get Julian to watch Nate and keep an eye on the telekinetic energy "just in case", crucially away from Quentin while he gets his shit together and his brain in order, and she will snatch Scott before Julian gets pissy and worried. Sounds like a solid plan.
So, her voice reaches out in their brains.)
/Iguana's cabin. I got it ready./
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Sure.
Why not.
Might as well.
At least Sophie is being helpful. Unlike Hellion, who is living up to his code name in the most annoying possible way. Jesus, you bring a guy on a rescue mission as a glorified pack mule one time, and what happens? Dude gets all... uppity about it. And can't keep his mouth shut or mind his business. The audacity.
Quentin gives Sophie the telepathic equivalent of a "thumbs up" reaction emoji, looping Scott and Julian in so they know her message has been acknowledged. If either of them wants to pipe up and add to that, they can be his guest, but he's not wasting the brainpower. Instead, he just waves Summers toward Keller's little TK platform thing with a dismissive eye roll. Quentin is, notably, not approaching said platform.]
What he said. [Does it physically pain him right now to agree with Julian? Yes. But he's doing it. Because he's a goddamn team player.]
I'm good at this shit. Trust me, I'll put Humpty Dumpty back together again. Now go, shoo, all aboard the Hellion Express or whatever. I'll be right behind you.
[He dares Julian to say some bullshit about Quentin flying himself. He fucking dares.]
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Another Summers.
What the fuck. What the fuck.
And--]
Nate is related to me?! And you all knew?! [His voice is rising and. He's not sure whether or not to be angry or upset or confused or something else. Maybe all of the above? Yeah, that sounds good right now. Why stick with one feeling when you can experience them all at the same time?
Someone might need to push Scott onto the Hellion Express.]
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even if he acknowledges it was his idea to send scott, and therefore, it is julian's fault and his responsibility. whatever. there's a roll of his eyes, and he takes a step in closer to scott. one of his prosthetics flits away from where it hovers at his forearm where his hand would be, if he had them, to grab onto the back of scott's jacket and yank him up onto the telekinetic platform. he could just fly them both without it, but that's more effort. )
Yeah? He's like your alternate universe kid. ( were they not supposed to tell him that. ) You've got two of them here, you'll get used to it.
( because that helps.
doesn't matter much anyway, because julian's got hold of scott, and he's flying them back toward camp. )
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Quentin follows like he said he would, keeping an eye out for Summers trying to wriggle out of Julian's grip or starting any shit. He would really rather not fly Scott back himself, considering he's not exactly in peak condition at the moment, but he will if he has to. Not preferable, though. Look, Keller's gotta pull his own weight here, especially if he's gonna be such a pain in the ass.]
I just wanna state for the record that Nate's the one who didn't want you to know. It's just that Mr. "Doesn't Tag His Spoilers" can't help opening his big stupid mouth.
[Throwing both Nate and Julian under the bus? You betcha.]
Also, Snape kills Dumbledore, and Bruce Willis is a ghost. In case you wanted any other plot twists ruined for you.
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Luckily for Quentin, Scott's not really trying to wiggle out of his grip. There is a passing thought of just blasting Julian with his powers, the only thing stopping him is the fact that Nate still needs help. But it sure is fucking tempting still. Partially because Nate also knew apparently and as such, he's kind of pissed at him too!!
About the other stuff Quentin mentions though... he has no idea what he's talking about and he doesn't care right now.]
...So. That's the real reason you asked me to go.
[That question is pointed at Julian.]
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( because in what world does that make any sense to bother with anyway? it's not as if secrets last long in their crew. julian's still got a hand on scott, both arms wrapped around nate, and they're - going. mostly because he now wants this to be over as quickly as possible, and because they've got people waiting on them. )
I literally told you why I asked you to go. I didn't have any ulterior motives or whatever bullshit. You went. You did your stupid job. Congratulations. Your life's full of weird crap and you're a massive asshole most the time. We all got used to Summers' bullshit back home, you'll adjust.