/Yeah, that's about it. Work smart, not hard. I mean, technically it'd be easier if I commandeered some of your gray matter myself to supply any needed amplification , but hey. Teamwork makes the dream work and all that crap, right? See if you can track the signal from that macro I installed in your head back to the source. By which I of course mean me. Tell me if it seems like something you could, you know, add some extra oomph to if you had to./
( Listening to Quentin explain it all it's... difficult to understand, really. Nate being one so used to just doing, it takes him a moment to figure out what the other's going on about before he just... focuses and with that focus comes a sudden fireworks display of TK that practically lights up the connection between them. Well, there's the boost he wanted, right? )
/Mm, zesty! Like licking a battery. Not exactly what we're going for here, but you know what? I appreciate the effort./
[Is that a little patronizing? Maybe. But look, there's only so much you can expect from Quentin. He's doing his best.]
/Telepathy, it's frequencies. Wavelengths, yeah? Try to feel mine and, you know. Match it. Would this be easier if you downloaded how to do it out of my head? You know how to download specific shit, yeah?/
( Why are you annoying, Quentin?? But he huffs and rolls his eyes before he goes about crossing his arms there. )
No. I can do it.
( And he does, it just… feels like a punch to the head when he does. Not on purpose. Just Nate coming in hard with his abilities because, you know, he’s a little frustrated and what happens when a telepath is in their feels? Stuff like this. But he has a control on it and doesn’t give Quentin a splitting headache after the initial punch there. He lines up his own frequency to Quentin’s, like slotting a piece of a puzzle into place. )
[Look, Quentin? Isn't going to complain that much about the brain punch. He knows he's not great at the explaining part of this or at encouraging in general, and he also, you know. Talks Like That. There is a very distinct psychic impression of an OOF from his end, though.]
/Bingo! I never doubted you./
[Have a telepathic thumbs up, Nate. That'll definitely help the "annoying" thing.]
( There’s a moment of concern with the oof there, but. Quentin seems to be ok, so. Moving on, he tests the strength of their connection - stretches it as he might a rubber band and lets himself get used to how it feels. How it feels to be connected to another like this. )
Are either one of us capable of severing this? Or is it only you?
[Whatever Nate is doing over there feels a little weird, but mostly because of how the hub on Quentin's side is rooted in his subconscious. Like something poking at his funny bone. Whatever, Nate's figuring his shit out, so he gets a pass.]
/Hmm... No clue! The other telepath on my team probably isn't strong enough to break my shit even if she wanted to, and she's never tried anyway. You, though? Dunno. Can't be broken from the outside, though. Chuck tried.
Of course if I go offline so does the whole network. Offline meaning KO'd, not just asleep./
No? You think I want something to? It's just a precaution. I don't know what to expect but if I need to cut you off to spare you from anything, I will.
/Spare me from anyth—you wanna calm down on the martyr complex, buddy? Ignoring the fact that my pal kicking the bucket is gonna ruin my day regardless of whether or not I'm connected to his brain, burning me out of your head will a) piss me off, b) rob me of potentially crucial intel about a thing that can kill an Omega level telepath, c) eliminate my ability to help, and d) piss me off. So don't fucking try it, capiche?/
( Well, so much for being considerate?? What Grey-Summers isn't on that self-sacrificing shit though? Anyways. Despite the huff that leaves him at Quentin's little speech, the other telepath might feel a touch of warmth that comes with his thoughts as he floats there with his arms crossed. )
Anybody ever tell you that you have a way with words?
/What?? How is that different than the first scenario you mentioned? See, this is why I checked./
[smh Nate, this is why we can't have nice things.]
/You do recall I've actually died, right? More than once. Not to be a Debbie Downer or whatever, but I know a lot more about what it feels like than you do./
/I should mention, Julian's on my network too. I mean, not right now. Obviously. Guy never stops yapping./ [Because clearly Quentin has room to judge on yapping.] /He's on a different channel. And on mute. But still./
/"Ok" what? I'm letting you know because I have no clue whether or not you breaking my shit would fuck him up too. Or, I dunno, anybody else I might add./
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I meant is that all you need to do? You don't need me to do anything aside from the boost?
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[Yep, that's it. Just "oh."]
/Yeah, that's about it. Work smart, not hard. I mean, technically it'd be easier if I commandeered some of your gray matter myself to supply any needed amplification , but hey. Teamwork makes the dream work and all that crap, right? See if you can track the signal from that macro I installed in your head back to the source. By which I of course mean me. Tell me if it seems like something you could, you know, add some extra oomph to if you had to./
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How's that?
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[Is that a little patronizing? Maybe. But look, there's only so much you can expect from Quentin. He's doing his best.]
/Telepathy, it's frequencies. Wavelengths, yeah? Try to feel mine and, you know. Match it. Would this be easier if you downloaded how to do it out of my head? You know how to download specific shit, yeah?/
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No. I can do it.
( And he does, it just… feels like a punch to the head when he does. Not on purpose. Just Nate coming in hard with his abilities because, you know, he’s a little frustrated and what happens when a telepath is in their feels? Stuff like this. But he has a control on it and doesn’t give Quentin a splitting headache after the initial punch there. He lines up his own frequency to Quentin’s, like slotting a piece of a puzzle into place. )
How's that?
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/Bingo! I never doubted you./
[Have a telepathic thumbs up, Nate. That'll definitely help the "annoying" thing.]
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Are either one of us capable of severing this? Or is it only you?
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/Hmm... No clue! The other telepath on my team probably isn't strong enough to break my shit even if she wanted to, and she's never tried anyway. You, though? Dunno. Can't be broken from the outside, though. Chuck tried.
Of course if I go offline so does the whole network. Offline meaning KO'd, not just asleep./
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If something happens to me, I don't want you to end up feeling it is all.
( If he dies? If he dies. )
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[SUS.]
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( Because that's what friends do. )
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/Spare me from anyth—you wanna calm down on the martyr complex, buddy? Ignoring the fact that my pal kicking the bucket is gonna ruin my day regardless of whether or not I'm connected to his brain, burning me out of your head will a) piss me off, b) rob me of potentially crucial intel about a thing that can kill an Omega level telepath, c) eliminate my ability to help, and d) piss me off. So don't fucking try it, capiche?/
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Anybody ever tell you that you have a way with words?
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/Might've been mentioned a time or two./
[Or eight billion.]
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Fine. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I won't cut you off, ok?
( He's still a Summers at the end of the day. )
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[You're not getting away that easy, Natey boy!]
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( How’s that?? )
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[smh Nate, this is why we can't have nice things.]
/You do recall I've actually died, right? More than once. Not to be a Debbie Downer or whatever, but I know a lot more about what it feels like than you do./
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( Gosh, Quentin. )
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[Don't you "gosh, Quentin" him. >:( ]
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( A very Summers reply. c: )
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[DOUBT.]
/I should mention, Julian's on my network too. I mean, not right now. Obviously. Guy never stops yapping./ [Because clearly Quentin has room to judge on yapping.] /He's on a different channel. And on mute. But still./
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