SUE: I Hate Everything (Open)

[Greg Mackenzie]

“I try,” replied Greg with a shrug, absentmindedly puffing his cheeks as he exhaled. One of his few weird tics when he waited. The Canadian never liked it – he’s impatient by nature and almost always arrives five minutes later than the designated time despite saying otherwise – but his ego’s telling him he needed to see this through and see the task through he will. Even if it meant dragging the blonde’s sick ass back to wherever his hell-hole might be. “Takes effort to be this pathetic after all,” he added, copying the telekinetic’s tone, “Now quickly. I don’t think I’d be able to carry your blonde ass home if you pass out.”

Well he had his board with him. So maybe he can load Lani on the board and roll him towards wherever? Risky, but it just might work.

Complete power control truly was something Greg hasn’t fully mastered yet. But, he’d argue that he’s gotten better compared to the last time they’ve encountered each other, thanks to the two Mr. Wrights’ training methods. His mental reading still left much to be desired, but directed thought projection took almost no effort anymore, and he even discovered a new facet of his power: location through scanning for mental signatures. Little like the blonde’s telekinetic arms, only Greg referred to them as his telepathic tentacles.

And in that impatient state, his telepathic tendrils decided to latch themselves in on the blonde’s mind. The boy managed to catch them before they dug in deeper – as much as he’d want to, he won’t, ‘cause principles – but he did manage to get that the boy’s still very very sick. Oh, and something about a class he’d probably be missing? Again, not really anything useful and on a regular day he’d just let it go, but hey might as well rile the boy a bit so he’d lead him home faster and they both can get on with their days. “You’re doing undergrad? Where? I didn’t know they had Thievery 101 classes around these parts.” Bad joke, but he won’t admit to it. “Do you also take Parkour 301: the Urban Landscape and How to Keep Cops Off Your Back 238?” He flashed the boy a sarcastic grin, which quickly turned into an unimpressed pout. “I swear if you keep on being so slow I’ll just go on and on and it would be painful. Like I’m already cringing right now and these jokes are the tolerable ones.”

“Yeah nope. Not when you heave like that I won’t.” From what his tendrils can pick up, the blonde’s slowly giving up, which was great news for the boy. Finally he got through ‘Odion’. “If I remember things right, the residential areas close here are down McKinley Street that way or through 3rd Street and Burrard. Unless of course you live in the fancy condos down Main.”

[Lani Hunter]

“Obviously,” Lani said. He wasn’t sure why it was obvious, but he was starting to realize that he wanted to get under this kid’s skin as much as he was getting under Lani’s, wittingly or not. Lani rolled his eyes, this was absolutely hell. He hated this kid, he hated this sickness and he hated this day in general. If his power could take the sun down because it suited his feeling, he would be a happy camper. But then, that was assuming said power would work while he was sick. Lani was sure he was nearing death, this had to be the most horrible thing he’d ever gotten. The telekinetic was obviously forgetting the last time he was sick, that had been awful too. But at least that time he hadn’t had an annoying as hell telepath shadowing him. He was being punished for something, he was sure of it. It was slipping his mind just what that might be, but if karma was what had gotten them into this, Lani’s gathered up quite a bit of bad karma and Boy Scout, being a boy scout was probably racking up a ton of karma points. He’d probably trip over a hundred dollars in a few days.

Lani blinked at the telepath and raised a brow before letting out a fake laugh. “Ha! Not with those chicken arms.” Not that Lani’s were much stronger, but hey, anything he could say to get under this kid’s skin. He was such a peacock. “I already told you I’m fine,” Lani protested, “I’m not going to spontaneously pass out.” That simply wasn’t his style, he was too stubborn for that. The only times he had lost consciousness had been when his power had been involved and well, admittedly he felt like he was about to eat it, his power was locked down and wasn’t going to give his head a shock that would make him pass out. Not to mention how embarrassing that would be, no Lani would be conscious if only by shear will power. And Lani would not be caught dead on that tiny thing Boy Scout called a skateboard. Unless Boy Scout wanted to meet an untimely end it would probably be best not to offer.

Though, Lani was already enjoying plotting this kid’s imminent demise. The most uncomfortable thing about it all was that Lani had no defense against this kid’s mind reading ways. He couldn’t use his power to stop it, and worse unless the boy was in his head and doing noisy talking or rummaging Lani had no idea that any of his thoughts were leaking and therefore was assuming that all of them were. Just to be on the safe side. Someone had at least decided that it would be a good idea not to give Lani telepathy, it would not have ended well for anyone. Not that telekinesis was much easier, but at least Lani could keep his own crazy separated from the rest of the world. “What?” Lani snapped his eyes up and flashed dangerously. It didn’t take Lani long to determine how Greg had gained that information. “Get out of my head, you ass-hat! Before I make you!” He was spitting empty threats and hoping just the pure reputation he had would get him far. And it might have, had Boy Scout been a part of the darker side of the world where Lani’s influence was indeed respected, but Boy Scout was a law abiding citizen and therefore oblivious to the hell he was raising for himself. He’d better enjoy the good karma he was going to get out of this because it was going to be followed by a whole lot of bad.

Lani rolled his eyes and found himself laughing. Boy Scout would be surprised what kinds of things people learned. Besides Parkour Lani himself felt confident he could teach all of those classes. It was something he was extremely proud of, though in retrospect he probably should be. Oh well, when he was good at something why not get better and better until he was the best. Lani grinned slyly at Boy Scout and when Boy Scout’s grin turned upside down, Lani’s smile only widened. He was also getting on Boy Scout’s nerves, well that was a point. Score Lani 1, Boy Scout… eh… several… Lani cocked his head at the kid and gave him very well practiced and very successful puppy dog eyes. “Have some pity, I’m sick,” Lani complained barely quirking a brow. He shuffled along. He was going to go his own pace. “If it’s too slow for you, I can give you the address and you can go ahead and wait for me. I’ll make it eventually and you’ll still have verification that I got home,” Lani shrugged at the suggested solution, the telekinetic didn’t think that this kid was that gullible, but hey, it was worth a shot.

“What if I ask really nicely?” Lani asked, clearly making fun of Boy Scout, who it seemed, at least in Lani’s brain, was such a goodie-two-shoes that he might just leave him alone if Lani did ask with sickening sweetness. But then again, Lani wasn’t sure he was capable of being that nice. Lani gave Boy Scout a lopsided smile. “What makes you think I live around here, much less a house at all? What if I was homeless, wouldn’t you feel like an ass.” It was then Lani realized that Odion was rubbing off on him, Odion was damn good at picking out random and unusual possibilities that could make the whole perception of something change. But, that did give him an idea. Fancy condos on Main, Lani knew all about those, he’d robbed several of them. Maybe there was a better way of getting back at this boy. Lani hid his smile internally and turned down another side road toward Main. Lani certainly wouldn’t be stealing in the state he was in, but it had been a while since he’d stretched his conning muscles. He wanted to see if he still had them. Something about corrupting Mr. Good Deed made Lani’s sick hell just a little brighter.