[For a long, long moment Quentin lets Nate's statement sit without a verbal response. It's not like it's news to him that Julian and Hope have disappeared off the psychic landscape. He's got the same damn powers as Nate, for fuck's sake. But he's... trying not to be a dick to Nate. Partly because it went oh-so-well last time, but partly because the dude just doesn't deserve to get the brunt of Quentin's stupid angst.
Fortunately, he's got other, more important, shit to talk to Nate about. Certain rumors he's heard about guys with glowing eyes muttering ominous bullshit about "understanding" or showing people "a different perspective."]
/Gone or dead, yeah. I've done a half dozen psychic sweeps of the planet and got nothing. Well, nothing except some freaky psychic influence floating around the telepathic landscape. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?/
/If you must know, one of the assholes whose brainmeat you fried has been pretty chatty about the cool guy with a glowing eye he met who had some funny things to say about free will. You wanna share with the class what you told him?/
Nate's always been moody. Had a wee bit of a god complex, a hefty amount of arrogance. Likes to throw his weight around. All shit you'd expect from a guy who's powerful and never experienced the joy of being knocked down a few pegs by someone better. But this? This feels different. Which means it's probably connected to that whole alignment swapping bullshit that's been going on. Quentin's felt the tickle of it in the back of his head, like that time Scarlet Witch and Dr. Strange fucked up things with Red Skull, but he doesn't think he's been acting oddly. Then again, last time his morality switched it made him nice, so uh. Maybe better not look too closely into that.
Anyway. Yes. Nate. Guy's fucked in the head, and that's bad news for everyone.]
/Alright, fuck it. I'm already bored of this. Let's take a look under the hood, shall we?/
[Is it a good idea to give a heads-up to a morally questionable omega telepath before rappelling into the potentially murky and treacherous depths of his mind? Nope. Good thing Quentin is also a morally questionable omega telepath, huh?]
the moment quentin goes to take a peek, something feels off about the younger psionic. off in the sense of nate's own consciousness divided and yet... not at the same time. two minds as one, one mind as two. there's something else here with them within nate's mind and quentin will discover that's it very much not just the two of them.
like a jigsaw puzzle dropped to the floor, pieces scatter across nate's mindscape and on those pieces, various images— events in time that can be quickly scanned and caught through a glimpse. a prison city, a planet destroyed, a crack within the time stream, the very planet which they find themselves on now, nate wandering the streets and looking towards something approaching. the pieces scatter so quickly it's nearly impossible to grab hold of them, but they all slide towards nate's center, as if being pulled back almost.
and there, coiled up within the center of nate's very soul, the anomaly seeking refuge in the form of attaching itself to the omega psionic. for as bright and as vast as its own existence is, it also feels very young, as if it were a child. a child whose name is there and can be felt by quentin: verity. )
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Hope and Julian are gone.
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Fortunately, he's got other, more important, shit to talk to Nate about. Certain rumors he's heard about guys with glowing eyes muttering ominous bullshit about "understanding" or showing people "a different perspective."]
/Gone or dead, yeah. I've done a half dozen psychic sweeps of the planet and got nothing. Well, nothing except some freaky psychic influence floating around the telepathic landscape. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?/
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( telepaths and all. never mind omegas. )
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Sigh.]
/Look, man, I know you've been fucking around in people's heads. You gonna tell me why, or are we doing this the hard way?/
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/If you must know, one of the assholes whose brainmeat you fried has been pretty chatty about the cool guy with a glowing eye he met who had some funny things to say about free will. You wanna share with the class what you told him?/
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( telepaths. )
You mean you don't already know? I find that hard to believe.
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Nate's always been moody. Had a wee bit of a god complex, a hefty amount of arrogance. Likes to throw his weight around. All shit you'd expect from a guy who's powerful and never experienced the joy of being knocked down a few pegs by someone better. But this? This feels different. Which means it's probably connected to that whole alignment swapping bullshit that's been going on. Quentin's felt the tickle of it in the back of his head, like that time Scarlet Witch and Dr. Strange fucked up things with Red Skull, but he doesn't think he's been acting oddly. Then again, last time his morality switched it made him nice, so uh. Maybe better not look too closely into that.
Anyway. Yes. Nate. Guy's fucked in the head, and that's bad news for everyone.]
/Alright, fuck it. I'm already bored of this. Let's take a look under the hood, shall we?/
[Is it a good idea to give a heads-up to a morally questionable omega telepath before rappelling into the potentially murky and treacherous depths of his mind? Nope. Good thing Quentin is also a morally questionable omega telepath, huh?]
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the moment quentin goes to take a peek, something feels off about the younger psionic. off in the sense of nate's own consciousness divided and yet... not at the same time. two minds as one, one mind as two. there's something else here with them within nate's mind and quentin will discover that's it very much not just the two of them.
like a jigsaw puzzle dropped to the floor, pieces scatter across nate's mindscape and on those pieces, various images— events in time that can be quickly scanned and caught through a glimpse. a prison city, a planet destroyed, a crack within the time stream, the very planet which they find themselves on now, nate wandering the streets and looking towards something approaching. the pieces scatter so quickly it's nearly impossible to grab hold of them, but they all slide towards nate's center, as if being pulled back almost.
and there, coiled up within the center of nate's very soul, the anomaly seeking refuge in the form of attaching itself to the omega psionic. for as bright and as vast as its own existence is, it also feels very young, as if it were a child. a child whose name is there and can be felt by quentin: verity. )