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[querulus]

what's up girls gays and theys. before we head out on the most epic of fetch quests allow me to remind/inform you that your friendly neighborhood omega level telepath is available as a non-echo/aurora/whomstever the fuck monitored means of communication around these parts. those of you who may know sophie? i'm basically her but better in every way.

now. i know what you're thinking. no seriously i do. "who the hell is this guy and why should i trust him with my precious private brain thoughts? those are for me and my diary ONLY!!" valid question. allow me to supply my resume.
- avenger
- x-men 
- x-force
- last omega level mutant standing in this dump
in summary: big damn hero and op as fuck.

services i can provide:
- telepathic comms (obvi)
- remote monitoring of team member locations and statuses
- scanning for all thinking life-forms within a given radius 
- emergency contact for reinforcements/next of kin

pretty good deal, right? you bet your ass it is. okay okay, but where's the catch? what about rules? caveats? are there rules and are they reasonable? yes and yes.

my rules:
1. nobody whose name starts with "v". i'm biased and no i will not share why.
2. don't send me your spam. this is a professional line NOT a candy gram service.
3. i reserve the right to deny services for anyone whose brain stinks excessively. some of y'all are nasty.

okay peace out, hmu, like and subscribe 

- Quentin Quire 

ALSO if you're that little raccoon twerp who keeps popping up on the network to talk shit about how much you hate telepaths, DNI

Comments

[sophielicious]

I didn't.

(Again, kill Quire all you want, go off, king, just leave her out. Unfair? That was fucked up. All she does is look at Magik with a look that could very well be thanking her, if it weren't so intense.)

[querulus]

[Quentin probably shouldn't leave his room. He can feel the psychic signatures in the hall, and he can tell everyone's pissed, especially Keller. And, well, of all Quentin's many talents, being a calming voice in a heated situation has never been one of them. Unfortunately for all of them, neither has "making good choices".

Here he comes, strolling out of his room. But unlike Keller he just stands right outside the door with his hands casually in his pockets, making no attempt to breach the magical barrier.]

Let him go, Magik. He's just pissy because he can't take what he dishes out. I'm used to his bullshit by now.

[lingeringshadow]

[Illyana meets Sophie's gaze for a split second, just long enough to acknowledge her before turning her focus back to the two overpowered, overemotional jerks she's made the stupid decision to babysit. Julian's trying to yank her hand away, but she tightens her grip.]

Shut up, Quentin.

[It's snippy and venomous, but she doesn't even look at him. Even as she looks at Julian, she has to remind herself that she's here to keep them from hurting each other, not inflict the damage herself.]

He asked for it, and your leadership style is to beat him into submission over his immaturity?

[vexant]

I'm not going to let him walk all over me.

( he pulled against her grip once, but isn't fighting against it now. julian knows better than to try and strong-arm himself away from magik of all people. if he needs to get away from her, there's better ways to do it.

but he's on this side of the barrier, with sophie and illyana ready to shove him down the moment he makes any sudden movements while fucking quire is standing on the other side acting like nothing's wrong. so he doesn't shove forward, but the air around him does grow noticeably thicker, a barrier of telekinetic energy julian could use to try and shove illyana off and push sophie away at a moment's notice if he felt the need. eyes don't leave quentin, even if he's very obviously not talking to him. )

You want to take over? Go for it. I'm getting real sick of this asshole's mouth anyway. But if you think I'm going to let him get away with his bullcrap, you're dead wrong.

[sophielicious]

I'm real sick of yours!

(She can feel the telekinesis, and her own starts to sparkle — not that she can do anything about him with it, it's not like this is her best skill, but her eyes do glow until she holds onto Magik's wrist. It might hurt, she's applying all her strength into it, she'll apologize later, but she's trying to recenter what little sanity she still has in her brain before she's the one who does something she will definitely regret and kick herself over for until her next untimely death.

It's hanging by a paper thin string at the moment.)

Fucking privacy, Keller, ever heard of that?! Wanna kill him? Be my fucking guest, not my problem then, nor now, but leave me the fuck out of it. See if I ever fucking tell you anything ever again!

(She doesn't really care that Quentin is right there either. He should know that's her stance, or else he doesn't know her at all, and really? Quentin was just Quentin. He does that shit to her, too. Grow the fuck up and don't take the bait. She's not even mad at him; she knows this is going to shit, and you know what? Fuck all of this.

She's leaving. Kill each other for all she currently cares, and if she doesn't go right now, maybe she'll be the one doing the killing, so she's stomping her way out of the hallway.)

[querulus]

[Quentin rolls his eyes. About what? About everything. All of this is stupid. He sees Keller's eyes burning into him and very conspicuously inspects his fingernails and yawns. You know. Just so he knows how unbothered he is by this silly little show of hyperaggressive nonsense. Look, Magik told him to shut up. She didn't tell him to leave. He does look up to give a nod of approval at Sophie's comment about privacy, though. That is one of the many, many crimes of one Julian Keller. Crimes he intends to address appropriately. Alone.

Sophie storms off, so that's one down. One to go.]

Whew. Soooo dramatic.

[He glances up and looks Julian over with a judgemental scowl. Look how calm and reasonable he is though. So calm. So unproblematic. Not seething with rage.]

So how about I whisk our good buddy Jules away to the astral plane for a bit where he can't do anything stupid, huh? Have a little heart-to-heart. I'll even do him a solid and not dig into his head. God knows his mindscape is probably some dystopian YA novel wasteland. Nothing sketchy! I just wanna talk.