Post by Chance on Apr 7, 2016 7:54:51 GMT -5
Eric awakened to his body as if emerging from a deep sleep. He felt groggy and far away for a moment. As his understanding of the physical world around him came back into focus he found himself staring into Shade's dark eyes. He felt a flush of intense emotion, like gasoline in his veins. He wanted to reach out, pull her too him. There was a deep yearning to run away with her, get far away from whatever was happening here. He immediately felt guilty, how could he be thinking this? He didn't even know her, and after all, wasn't he a part of the X-Men? Caity had told him as much. There was a mission. And all that stuff about the greater good that Mindwarp had been so adamant about.
But that all felt so far away now, or maybe it had never really been important.
"You weren't there with us," he said to Shade. "In Caity's mind. It can be really weird when they do that. Telepaths can take you away, and usually never ask you first."
Caity's head was spinning, but after three deep breaths the world stopped swimming, and she was able to think a coherent thought. She picked her head up out of her hands and looked over at Chance and Shade. She couldn't help siphoning off Chance's emotions. She felt a flush of heat, and then a cool feeling in the pit of her stomach. As she tried to figure out what these feelings meant, she felt them shift, replaced by a surprising sting of jealousy. It took her another moment to realize that the jealousy was coming from her, not from him. She began the process of establishing a mental barrier, to wall her off from the people around her. It was difficult work, but she didn't like the road these feelings were taking her down. Once she had her wall up for Eric she turned to put one up for Shade. But then she stopped.
She couldn't feel anything from Shade. She felt a tightnesses growing in her chest, and she choked back a swell of panic. Who was Shade? Why couldn't she feel anything coming off of her? No feelings. No thoughts. Just blind, dumb, darkness.
Despite her fear, Caity managed to croak out a response to Shade's question. "I managed to hack into his short term memory. It was difficult, his mind was shielded by psychic defenses. But his telepathy is erratic, unfocused, like static. It was easy for me to bend around it once I saw how it worked."
She took a deep breath and continued. "I took a little trip down memory lane, and followed him into a large building. I couldn't tell what it was from the outside, but inside he was talking to a woman. Guys, I figured he was hired by someone to kill us. But the person he was talking to was a general in the US army."
But that all felt so far away now, or maybe it had never really been important.
"You weren't there with us," he said to Shade. "In Caity's mind. It can be really weird when they do that. Telepaths can take you away, and usually never ask you first."
Caity's head was spinning, but after three deep breaths the world stopped swimming, and she was able to think a coherent thought. She picked her head up out of her hands and looked over at Chance and Shade. She couldn't help siphoning off Chance's emotions. She felt a flush of heat, and then a cool feeling in the pit of her stomach. As she tried to figure out what these feelings meant, she felt them shift, replaced by a surprising sting of jealousy. It took her another moment to realize that the jealousy was coming from her, not from him. She began the process of establishing a mental barrier, to wall her off from the people around her. It was difficult work, but she didn't like the road these feelings were taking her down. Once she had her wall up for Eric she turned to put one up for Shade. But then she stopped.
She couldn't feel anything from Shade. She felt a tightnesses growing in her chest, and she choked back a swell of panic. Who was Shade? Why couldn't she feel anything coming off of her? No feelings. No thoughts. Just blind, dumb, darkness.
Despite her fear, Caity managed to croak out a response to Shade's question. "I managed to hack into his short term memory. It was difficult, his mind was shielded by psychic defenses. But his telepathy is erratic, unfocused, like static. It was easy for me to bend around it once I saw how it worked."
She took a deep breath and continued. "I took a little trip down memory lane, and followed him into a large building. I couldn't tell what it was from the outside, but inside he was talking to a woman. Guys, I figured he was hired by someone to kill us. But the person he was talking to was a general in the US army."