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un: fqvb

[sorrycharles]

Where would you like to meet?

[forgodssake]

I could use a drink

[sorrycharles]

Alright.

[ Show off. ]

[forgodssake]

[ :) ]

un: goodvibrations

[franciscoramon]

[ Shortly after Charles' post on the network goes up ]

i can't read people's thoughts or feelings or anything like that but there are other things i can do.

which i don't really wanna tell you more about unless you're willing to keep this a secret. i really really don't want people knowing.

[forgodssake]

in my world, anonymity is but one weapon in our arsenal that sees our survival.
I can keep a secret.

[franciscoramon]

[ That will have to be good enough. ]

i have visions.

[ How strange it feels, to actually type it out. ]

sometimes when i touch someone i see things that have happened to them. other times if i'm holding something or just get too close, i'll see where the person who owns it is at that moment, what they're doing.

and.... a couple times i've seen things that haven't happened yet.

plus occasionally i get these vibes of timelines that have been erased, like, with time travel. even though they technically never happened, i still remember them.

[ It all looks pretty ridiculous, written out like that. But every word is true. Cisco hesitates a long time before he hits send. ]

[forgodssake]

that sounds like an extraordinary gift. and a very useful one. thank you for telling me.
are there many like you, where you are from?

[ "goodvibrations" speaks a little like the young mutants who are learning, for the first time, they aren't entirely alone in the world, describing what they can do with an overriding suspicion that they won't be believed. ]

[franciscoramon]

[ It takes Cisco a few minutes to get past the reflexive wave of awfulness he feels when Charles calls his powers an 'extraordinary gift'. He's already on-edge from deciding to tell someone about his powers, and the similarity to what Eobard said to him in the pipeline is conspicuous. There was a time when that unfortunate wording would have been enough to make Cisco drop the conversation and never look back. But he has enough distance now to push back against that irrational impulse. He tells himself it is a perfectly normal and even a perfectly kind thing for someone to say. Charles means gift as in talent, and psychic or not, he can't possibly know anything about the context, given the question he asks next. So Cisco's response is somewhat delayed, but not defensive. ]

it's not actually all that useful, since i can't control what i see or when i have the visions, which can be extremely inconvenient. like, it's not so bad if i'm just in the lab or whatever, but it's happened a couple times in life and death situations. zoning out, even if it's just for a few seconds, is a really bad idea when someone's firing a gun at you y'know?

i don't know what you'd call many. we're called metahumans, where i'm from. a couple years ago a particle accelerator exploded and released a wave of dark matter energy that changed some people in the city. but i don't really have any way of knowing how many of us there are, though. at least 1% of the population, for sure. maybe a lot more. people don't go around saying they're metas much.

[ Cisco cannot help himself: he sounds a second text full of questions, earnest and a little desperate. ]

so you hear other people's thoughts? for real? do you have to be near to them or is it anyone, anywhere? like you can't read my mind right now, right? how'd you get your powers? do you know how to close off your mind? do you think you could teach me to do it?

[ Oh, that was a lot, wasn't it? ]

uh, sorry for the wall of questions. i've met plenty of metas, but never really anyone with powers like ours before. stuff involving... i guess esp or whatever you wanna call it.

@starless

[nopeace]

[Also quite shortly after this:]

What are you asking?

[forgodssake]

[ There is likely some hesitation and backspacing here, before taking a leap of faith (dohoho) as to the context of private contact, pointed question. ]

I sense something of cognizant intelligence at the centre of this place and I am asking if others can sense it as well.
'centre' being a relative term.

[nopeace]

I feel it.
Does it speak to you?

[forgodssake]

in a manner of speaking. it feels vast. Hence my looking for others before I am forced to attempt anything too foolish on my own.

un: neque-illic

[timenssecundus]

[promptly]

Hullo again… thank you for advising… desperately seeking intelligence myself—always on all fronts but particularly the here and now—I would be interested to meet, and perhaps trade intelligence if I can feasible responsible appropriate.

[meeting with an admitted legilimens probably negates any subsequent wariness, but he can practice his occlumency at least… and something of Charles's manner (or writing style, really) makes it seem like the best option he's got. Either that or sit in a corner and never move again. And… that's been tried.]

[forgodssake]

if you don't mind slightly desperate speculation in place of intelligence I would be happy to meet.
forgive me for being forward: I take it you have talents similar to the ones I described?

[timenssecundus]

Upon rereading your notice, I suddenly fear not—I failed to particularly note "of the mind" in my first reading of "any other ability of the mind that is beyond ordinary human limitation". Which is to say, I may a bit, but that field's among my weakest on the "beyond" spectrum. So I fear I may be of still less help to you in your particular endeavour… but I would deeply welcome… guidance. And what meager mind-based skills I have are

[…yes. Power signature analysis is not something that would be particularly novel or weaponisable to… ha, "the other side". But frankly, if this had anything whatever to do with the war, or any such binary scale, either side would have won instantly… and Occam's Razor—nevermind humility—rather prohibit this being somehow done for his benefit, trap or otherwise.]

at your service.

[he's used an alias with others in this place, but now further commits:]

My name's Remus by the way.

[forgodssake]

hello Remus
not to worry, there have been a few volunteers of the specifics I've asked for. but I wouldn't want to mislead you into thinking I have any real clue as to what's going on.
what would you call your strongest "field"?

@ stacy's moms. mass text.

[fe_male]

[ the wording may not make it too obvious, but. this is a text tony sent out to every device with a connection to the network; why he didn't just make a normal update? reasoning lost to the ages. ]



u might be the one...

who owns this ring. is this urs?

[forgodssake]

It's lovely, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline.

[fe_male]

np
thx
mostly 4 not saying yes @ this point but still

[forgodssake]

You're welcome. I didn't think we had a robust enough economy to warrant diamond thieves.

un: w

[sniktsnikts]

Someone found the helmet.

[forgodssake]

I see that.
My primary concern is that it falls into the hands of unknown qualities. Let's not frighten this one off.

[sniktsnikts]

I'll get it.

[forgodssake]

[ There's a pending silence, perhaps to let Logan handle his responses to the post, perhaps because he doesn't feel the same clawing urgency as the other man does with regard to where the helmet winds up. But similarly, he can't fault him it.

But, eventually-- ]

"Loki of Asgard."