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[querulus]

clark kent
accelerator
nero
cid telamon
john reese
arthur morgan
damian wayne
antigone

i need all you people to each answer one (1) weirdly specific question. it's for a computer.

[OOC: Part of Sophie's player plot!]

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[querulus]

Hm.

[If a shrug could be audible, Cid would hear the very exaggerated one Quentin's doing right now. His tone shifts noticeably from irritated to a cartoonish level of unbothered.]

Eh. Nice bait, but I'm not falling for it. "You'll never know what I've got in my little brain unless you come get it." Yeah, right. I know a trap when I hear one, buddy.

[levindicated]

You think I put a trap in my brain? What would that even look like?

[It sounds real enough to this other guy though to be possible.]

[querulus]

I dunno, buncha shit. Maybe you'll get all offended, tell everyone about the scary asshole telepath who beats people up and steals their brain lunch money or whatever. Maybe you've just got a really fucked up head, and if I go poking around I get suckerpunched by The Horrors. Maybe you're some iteration of a telepath, and you want to get a read on my powers. Or hell, maybe you're just some miserable bastard who wants to prove everyone else is as much of a dick as you.

[Not that he's projecting or anything.]

[levindicated]

I just think that if you think you know what’s right, you ought to not be such a coward and do it. You know none of us wanted to tell you that information, and you hardly gave us a compelling reason.

I doubt you can poke around people’s heads and still be surprised by anything. Unless you aren’t any good at it.

[querulus]

Alright, smart guy. What's a "compelling reason"? Ignoring all the "bet you can't dig around in my skull neener-neener" bullshit, because honestly? It's getting weird, dude. Find another insecurity to needle at so you can get your jollies. I'm sure you've picked up a few others.

[levindicated]

How about “We think doing this could unlock some mystery”. Or “Here’s some coordinates, why don’t all of you capable types come look at this?”

Even an introduction would have done something to build some trust.

I don’t care how insecure you are, man up, would you?

[querulus]

I said that! The thing about the mystery.

[He absolutely did not.]

I said it was for a computer.

[Definitely not the same thing.]

Look, man, the questions seemed pretty innocuous. Hell, one of the people on the list is a guy from my world! I know where he goddamn grew up because back home I live across the fucking street from his house! How was I supposed to know every single other bastard on there has eighteen traumatic backstories associated with this shit? How fucking hard is it to give a one, maybe two word answer to a simple question and then move on?