Hey, losers, I'm probably out doing something amazing, so leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you. Or just think really loudly at me. I'll hear it. BEEP.
you're coming at me at like a 8, i'ma need you to take it down to at least a 5
[Damn, could this guy get more supervillain? He's one evil base inside a volcano away from Bond villain. "No, Mr. Quire, I expect you to die." Pffft.
Whatever, time to lay his cards on the table and see if he gets fucking murdered.]
first of all, let's chat telepathy, since you're so goddamn stodgy and cantankerous. to egregiously oversimplify, i can hear thoughts, and i can also alter them. yes, i could do either of those to you right now. no, you can't stop me. you don't have telepaths in your world, so your psychic defenses are probably pathetic. will i? have i? no. because again, it. ain't. cute.
second, no, i don't alter anything in jinx's head. yes, you're gonna have to trust me on that. yes, i know that's impossible for you. not my problem.
and finally, where are you seeing an agenda?? i'm a genius who controls minds, dude. explain to me what strategic value it brings me to meet some non-powered, paranoid misanthrope for lunch or whatever? there's only one reason i'm even bothering with your creepy ass, and that reason is jinx. she's cool, and i like her, and i don't give a shit how long we last because the future is fucked and life is meaningless, so i may as well try to make my girlfriend happy.
I assure you that I'm quite calm. If you consider that aggressive, you should tighten your belt, boy.
[This was nothing that Silco hadn't heard or dealt with before. Many a man had come at him with a superiority complex rubbing in their higher intellect, their powers, their physicality. It wasn't new; if anything, he was almost disappointed the boy didn't bring something worthwhile to the table.
In the end, all of those men who had acted this way were either owned by him or dead. He'd start with one for this boy and potentially move to the other. For Jinx.
It was good to know how dangerous the boy was to him, to his daughter, to this place.]
Why would I trust you on anything? I don't know you, aside from the gasbagging that you've endeavored to lob my way. It's not impressive, boy, quite the opposite.
Everyone has an agenda, personal or otherwise. After all, you even named yours, invalidating your previous point. Jinx is the only reason that we are having this conversation, as I consider you dangerous, especially with the way that this place has shown to operate. Pardon my caution, boy.
ooooo calling the mutant telepath dangerous, how original. haven't heard that one before. oh wait no i have. from like every politician and world leader ever. wanna call me "mutie"? how about "genetrash"? or how about the old classic, just "freak"? i've heard the whole "caution" line before, old man. it's a fancy word that tiny-minded humans use when they mean "scared".
[Okay, so maybe not the best strategy for... whatever he was trying to do here. Being friends with Silco? Lol no. A truce? Reluctant peace due to a common goal? Honestly, bad strategy for literally any of those. This is definitely what Jinx was avoiding by not introducing them. Oh, well! Better to have everything out in the open. Quentin may not win any awards for diplomacy, but he sure as hell isn't underhanded.]
once upon a time i'd have done the whole "yeah you should be scared, i'm your worst nightmare, welcome to my twisted mind" shtick. but these days? eh. it's played out. boring. i'm bored of you people always being scared. look at you. all i had to do was exist, and you scurried off into your dark little hole to mutter about how i'm the threat when all i've done is be honest. i told you about my powers. i didn't have to, and now you have a heads up you didn't before. you're welcome. i said i didn't have agenda, and i don't. SPOILERS: wanting to make my girlfriend happy is not an agenda. it's basic boyfriend shit. i shouldn't even have to explain that.
but whatever, we can go round and round in circles for days about all this crap. what i really want to know is this: do you actually give a shit about jinx or do you just like having an obedient little weapon? honest answers only.
[Well, well, someone was dredging up some personal traumas or biases to a single word, was it? For someone who was claiming to be so smart, there was something deliberately stupid about the whole ranting. This was a rather interesting tactic of someone trying to meet Jinx's father. Was he a threat to their relationship or was this tough guy routine an attempt to impress him by offending him?
Both had a potential to be true, or it could be combination of both.]
A suggestion, boy: when trying to make your point, try to limit your use of the word 'you'. It puts the other side in a defensive position as it all sounds like an accusation. The insults aren't assisting in your case of ingratiating me to feeling the need to meet you either.
Are you capable of making Jinx happy, do you think? Is she capable of making you happy, I wonder?
You've been in Jinx's mind. What do you think my intentions are?
[He expected her perception of him was skewed, of course. Shimmer may have saved her life, but it twisted her paranoia about most people's intentions back then. She was better about it now, of course.]
i was going to add on to that, but you know what? no. that's it. just don't be an asshole. i didn't do shit to you. you started beef. asshole behavior tbh.
wait no hold on, i thought of something else.
if someone asks you "are you a decent person or the literal worst?" and you don't answer, guess what?
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you're coming at me at like a 8, i'ma need you to take it down to at least a 5
[Damn, could this guy get more supervillain? He's one evil base inside a volcano away from Bond villain. "No, Mr. Quire, I expect you to die." Pffft.
Whatever, time to lay his cards on the table and see if he gets fucking murdered.]
first of all, let's chat telepathy, since you're so goddamn stodgy and cantankerous. to egregiously oversimplify, i can hear thoughts, and i can also alter them. yes, i could do either of those to you right now. no, you can't stop me. you don't have telepaths in your world, so your psychic defenses are probably pathetic. will i? have i? no. because again, it. ain't. cute.
second, no, i don't alter anything in jinx's head. yes, you're gonna have to trust me on that. yes, i know that's impossible for you. not my problem.
and finally, where are you seeing an agenda?? i'm a genius who controls minds, dude. explain to me what strategic value it brings me to meet some non-powered, paranoid misanthrope for lunch or whatever? there's only one reason i'm even bothering with your creepy ass, and that reason is jinx. she's cool, and i like her, and i don't give a shit how long we last because the future is fucked and life is meaningless, so i may as well try to make my girlfriend happy.
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[This was nothing that Silco hadn't heard or dealt with before. Many a man had come at him with a superiority complex rubbing in their higher intellect, their powers, their physicality. It wasn't new; if anything, he was almost disappointed the boy didn't bring something worthwhile to the table.
In the end, all of those men who had acted this way were either owned by him or dead. He'd start with one for this boy and potentially move to the other. For Jinx.
It was good to know how dangerous the boy was to him, to his daughter, to this place.]
Why would I trust you on anything? I don't know you, aside from the gasbagging that you've endeavored to lob my way. It's not impressive, boy, quite the opposite.
Everyone has an agenda, personal or otherwise. After all, you even named yours, invalidating your previous point. Jinx is the only reason that we are having this conversation, as I consider you dangerous, especially with the way that this place has shown to operate. Pardon my caution, boy.
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[Okay, so maybe not the best strategy for... whatever he was trying to do here. Being friends with Silco? Lol no. A truce? Reluctant peace due to a common goal? Honestly, bad strategy for literally any of those. This is definitely what Jinx was avoiding by not introducing them. Oh, well! Better to have everything out in the open. Quentin may not win any awards for diplomacy, but he sure as hell isn't underhanded.]
once upon a time i'd have done the whole "yeah you should be scared, i'm your worst nightmare, welcome to my twisted mind" shtick. but these days? eh. it's played out. boring. i'm bored of you people always being scared. look at you. all i had to do was exist, and you scurried off into your dark little hole to mutter about how i'm the threat when all i've done is be honest. i told you about my powers. i didn't have to, and now you have a heads up you didn't before. you're welcome. i said i didn't have agenda, and i don't. SPOILERS: wanting to make my girlfriend happy is not an agenda. it's basic boyfriend shit. i shouldn't even have to explain that.
but whatever, we can go round and round in circles for days about all this crap. what i really want to know is this: do you actually give a shit about jinx or do you just like having an obedient little weapon? honest answers only.
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Both had a potential to be true, or it could be combination of both.]
A suggestion, boy: when trying to make your point, try to limit your use of the word 'you'. It puts the other side in a defensive position as it all sounds like an accusation. The insults aren't assisting in your case of ingratiating me to feeling the need to meet you either.
Are you capable of making Jinx happy, do you think? Is she capable of making you happy, I wonder?
You've been in Jinx's mind. What do you think my intentions are?
[He expected her perception of him was skewed, of course. Shimmer may have saved her life, but it twisted her paranoia about most people's intentions back then. She was better about it now, of course.]
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i was going to add on to that, but you know what? no. that's it. just don't be an asshole. i didn't do shit to you. you started beef. asshole behavior tbh.
wait no hold on, i thought of something else.
if someone asks you "are you a decent person or the literal worst?" and you don't answer, guess what?
you answered.
hope that helps.
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I know what I am, boy. Off you go.