[He can tell Nate's impatient, and look, he gets it. Quentin just about crawls out of his skin every time a teammate is more than 30 seconds late for a meet-up or mission briefing or if they even talk too slow. But a cocky Omega level psychic with unreliable control over his powers running headfirst into shit without thinking? Shit that involves a mysterious, unreachable, and all-knowing "audience"? That's stupid. Really stupid.]
/We smile for the cameras and gather information. You know, recon? I don't like this any more than you do, trust me—/
Aw, cripes.
[Aaaand he's gone. Sure, there's nothing actually stopping Quentin from continuing that conversation telepathically. He can still sense Nate perfectly fine. He just, well. Didn't expect to get dusted by the guy who couldn't keep his thoughts in his own head a few minutes ago.
Alright, fine. Nate wants to get flashy? Quentin can do flashy. Let's see... psychic constructs? Yeah, that's a QQ Classic. He has yet to see anyone match the complexity of his shit, but hey, maybe Nate'll be the first. Or he'll get schooled. Either way, not boring! But what to make? Hmm. Motorcycle? Jetpack? No, no, that's so... last era. Gotta match his new aesthetic.
Oh. Of course. It's so obvious!
If Nate happens to notice the unusual amalgamating of psychic stuff Quentin is doing somewhere behind him, he won't have to wonder for long as Quentin quickly catches up, now riding a sleek, futuristic-style hoverboard composed entirely of brightly glowing pink psionic energy. He winks and salutes cheekily.]
no subject
/We smile for the cameras and gather information. You know, recon? I don't like this any more than you do, trust me—/
Aw, cripes.
[Aaaand he's gone. Sure, there's nothing actually stopping Quentin from continuing that conversation telepathically. He can still sense Nate perfectly fine. He just, well. Didn't expect to get dusted by the guy who couldn't keep his thoughts in his own head a few minutes ago.
Alright, fine. Nate wants to get flashy? Quentin can do flashy. Let's see... psychic constructs? Yeah, that's a QQ Classic. He has yet to see anyone match the complexity of his shit, but hey, maybe Nate'll be the first. Or he'll get schooled. Either way, not boring! But what to make? Hmm. Motorcycle? Jetpack? No, no, that's so... last era. Gotta match his new aesthetic.
Oh. Of course. It's so obvious!
If Nate happens to notice the unusual amalgamating of psychic stuff Quentin is doing somewhere behind him, he won't have to wonder for long as Quentin quickly catches up, now riding a sleek, futuristic-style hoverboard composed entirely of brightly glowing pink psionic energy. He winks and salutes cheekily.]
What was that about dust?