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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

[querulus]

buddy i promise you are not the only person in this stupid bubble who's thinking about booze. that includes me.

and dude i'm like 22!!

[So that answers the question.

And yes, "like" 22. His age is... complicated. There's a lot of dying and coming back and phasing out of the physical plane and time travel he doesn't remember involved. Don't worry about it. Also it's not Quentin's fault he has a baby face okay!!]

[sacrificialpawn]

[Fortunately Oscar is drinking buddies with an angel who is over 1000 but looks about 16, so there will be no judgement out of him about complicated ages or baby faces! Age is just a number when you're dealing with literal angels and demons...

And that does indeed answer his question. He lets out a laugh on his end, not that Quentin will be able to hear it.]

Speaking of, since you're offering all of these services to us, I'd say it's only fair you to get something in return for your trouble. Got a drink of choice I could mix you? Or a favorite meal, either or. I can take care of either one.

[querulus]

[Quentin doesn't even have the excuse of being a supernatural creature or anything. He's just a twink from a bonkers universe and has really terrible luck.]

well i wouldn't say no to a home cooked meal. what do you got to offer?

[sacrificialpawn]

[Terrible luck solidarity, at least...]

Whatever you like, as long as we're not talking something that takes fifty steps or anything like that. I can't promise it'll be fancy to look at, but I can promise it'll taste good.