@stabyoureyes sent:

"How can a human keep me out!? How!?"

Unprompted-

🦇—-;; He didn't like people trespassing in his mind, he'd developed skills, a thought process that kept them from scratching any deeper than just the surface, so they'd learn nothing he didn't want them to know. It's...exhausting in it's own way, a mental challenge of sheer willpower. Which the Bat certainly had in droves, even if it wasn't without it's own effort.

White lenses of the cowl narrow, this man isn't the first and certainly won't be the last to talk down to him because he's simply human, but...there's a reason he's so respected among his meta-powered peers. Mostly, at least.

@stabyoureyes doubled down 🂡 — ! Your Remy is really good. Don't mind me while I lurk and read your rp's because I'm totally not a gambit simp

"Its perfectly necessary." He says narrowed deeply towards her from behind his helmet. His expression however didn't seem to move as she seemed to focused on the word 'eyes'. He didn't know what this woman was capable of so abiding to her wishes would mean she won what she wanted and he wasn't going to let her win that easily. "The only time I'll take this off is when I know its safe for me to. And I know it's definitely not safe around you." He states cooly as he stands still like a statue. The only thing that moves is his cape as he stares at her. He didn't want to probe her thoughts. At least not yet. If she wanted to be that way then so be it. "What do you want?" He tilts his head to the side with a hint of intrest. His tone shifting slightly as he took a step towards her. But cautiously.

❛ is it? . . . truly? ❜ sounds so soft from her lips, dark eyes framed by black lashes are guileless . . . of course. a delicate lady such as herself wouldn't surely not warrant such distrust off the bat like that, right? whaaaat could she possibly do to such an . . . esteemed, most powerful man such as he?

❛ what could lil ol’ me possible do ta ten foot you? really . . . ❜ is Fiona exaggerating? well, yes, but how else do men do what you want without a little bit of fluffing their ego? all men are the same. where he stays stagnant, nary a wandering to the eye. she may not see his eyes, but she knows full well he is alert and closed off to her out of a silly suspicion of her. what would she gain from harming him right now? that should be an issue for the late game — oop. he may be stagnant , stalwart where he stands, but Fiona . . . Fiona draws closer with each passing tick of the clock. she debates herself on whether she could get away with stepping even closer , and then , he takes that final leap himself until both are face to . . . helmet.

❛ to view you up close and personal, of course. I do so love a man in uniform. you cut quite an intimidatin’ figure. ❜ the distance is crossed that last little bit by a hand placed just so against cold plating. dark eyes glisten even in the darkness, a delicate rosiness blossoms across the apples of her cheeks. the supreme is an attractive entity , and Fiona is fully aware of just how beautiful she is. she plays up how delicate she must look in comparison to stryfe ( @stabyoureyes ).

@stabyoureyes sent:

"Oh, my, my.. you've got me scared to death.." [Clarky boi if you have the muse!]

Unprompted~

       ━━  .*⋆  ˖·  •̩̩͙*  𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡  𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚  @stabyoureyes '𝑠  𝑎𝑠𝑘  

      the woman tilted her head to  a  side,  curls  bouncing  down  her  shoulder  as  her  hands  slowly  reached  to  cup  his  cheek  as  he  explained  himself;  she  had  a  thing  for  dangerous  men,  men  that  were  used  as  weapons,  that  were  molded  to  be  something  they  shouldn't  had  been..  men  that  had  experienced  things  she  had.  so  when  she  had  met  stryfe,  she  had  allowed  herself  to  understand  him,  to  allow  him  to  see  himself  beyond  to  what  he  was  created.       ❝  why?  ❞  a  small  smile  appeared  on  her  lips  as  she  lifted  her  shoulders  carefully,  not  in  a  dismissive  way,  more  like  a  question  she  hadn't  planted  to  herself.  ❝  because  there's  things  you  can't  explain..  you  know  i  don't  see  you  as  you  see  yourself,  right?  if  i  was  afraid  of  you  you  wouldn't  be  able  to  even  find  a  trace  of  me..  but  i'm  not..  i  never  was.  ❞  big  green  eyes  looked  up  at  the  handsome  man,  and  her  smile  widened.  ❝  i  could  ask  you  the  same  thing,  nathan..  why?  ❞   

@stabyoureyes asked: It was needless to say a rather painful mistake. His mind screeched with defiance like a monstrous crowed of people screaming all at once in his head when he tried to read his mind. His ears ringing as he stumbled back. Never in his life would he have thought someone like this would be able to block him out with a sheer number of different personalities in his head.

"How..do you even think!?" He asks as he covers his ears to mitigate the nefarious ringing. This wasn't good. Far from good. No this mutant had the upper hand already. And it showed. He can't get into his head? Then he'd gladly try to rip his mind open by force..

[HALLO xD]

Unprompted

“In zigzags, and cacophony, and in math you could never comprehend,” David says, tone impenetrable.

The question is: Is he lying, or is this his truth? It's genuinely hard to tell, and that's what he's going for. People say he's insane, that he's unpredictable and dangerous. Well, why not lean into that? Why not use this fucked up, dehumanising reputation to his benefit? It certainly helps when he comes across people like this asshole.

What the fuck is up with all his stupid spikes? asks Cyndi.

He looks like a rejected He-Man villain, adds Time-Sink, causing David's face to twitch as he fights back a laugh.

“So … Y’ want in, eh? Be careful what y’ wish for, Stryfe, mate,” David grins, wide, wicked and with too many teeth.

In a blink, his mind does the first thing it ever learned to do. Well, second thing. Kind of. Dragging other minds into the world that is David Haller was learned in the same breath as killing, and Stryfe gets a front row seat to the vibrant asylum thriving in David's brain. He gets to know what it's like to be surrounded by monsters and horrors of all kinds. Ranging from the tiny goblin, Findle the Finder to the towering rainbow spider creature known as The Weaver. A thing so large all you can see are its legs, the rest hidden by the far too orange clouds above.

The matters of mutants, at least those primarily associated with the last Heroic Age, was a period of time that he rarely examined in great detail. Occasionally, there'll arise a need to do so, where the historical record will be consulted to see what's on file concerning a particular name or fraction, and what it may mean for the future ahead of him. Aside from that, Miguel kept out of the way, making do with what he had gathered so far.

Which, as he is soon to find out, became an unexpected double edged sword, that enabled him just enough to recognise the man beneath the silver helmet, and how both his likeness, name and powers were shared by another, raised in significantly better conditions. "I wasn't trying to imply anything." The defence he pitches is a weak down, torn down with vitriolic words rather than direct action... which soon followed.

For his own part, the Society's leader has never been in direct opposition with a mutant telepath. Sure, he's had a god or two reach across the boundaries that segregated mortal minds, imparting important information. But never quite like this, where expressed rage was fashioned into a unseen blow, that saw the Spider double over, flinching in the way that someone reacts when rammed by a heavy object.

Left to grapple with this, a hand curls around the side of his ribs, offering support as he wills himself to straighten, garnet gaze rising just enough to memorise the face that he finds. "I never... tried to be." Pausing as needed, he spoke the truth. Whilst always an option to explore, any potential work involving the X-Gene had been set aside, in favour of using traits harvested from real animals instead.

"And I've got... nothing to hide."

~. "What in the world are you blabbering on about?"

Come on, let's hear what the man got to say.

No. Harvey was firm on it -- they wouldn't let anyone touch their divided brain again. Not after what Two-Face convinced Professor Pyg to do. Frowning, the two looked at the strange man or rather--teenager.

"How old are you, kid? Does your folks know where you are? If not - you better scurry home back to your mother--"

Two-Face came alive in a snap, laughing out loud and shaking what the previous tenant in their brain had just said.

"Forget about him! Gotta let the younger generation live a little! Now --- you were saying what about our little problem, that you supposedly could fix...?"

Don't. Do. It.

Inside, the couple began the physically manifest the internal struggles. Twitching, squirming - they simply couldn't agree with one another.~