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[sophielicious]

(Holy shit, find Jesus.

You know what? She's just going to do it. She doesn't like Jayce at all, but you know, she's been kinda good. She can meddle, as a treat.)

/Too bad. How about you find a space to sit, mhm? And then, breathe in, breathe out, and tell me literally everything? Since you were bitching so much, now you have my full attention. Never say I never did anything for you./

[hexcope]

/I'm tired of explaining it, I'm tired of thinking about it, and I want you out of my head./

[So what she gets instead of him doing as she asked:]

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[sophielicious]

(Somewhere far from Jayce, Sophie is in Quentin's room with her face on a pillow to muffle her sounds of pure dramatic agony, because that's literally the most fucked up thing she's ever witnessed as attempts to shove her out of one's brain.

She's so mad.)

/Wow, fuck you./

:D

[querulus]

[Quentin has absolutely no clue what's going on and does not care, but Sophie is being super dramatic over here because there's—horror of horrors—math in her head. Needlessly complicated math, which means it's flexing, which means it's coming from someone who's both reasonably intelligent and kind of an asshole. Which is all the reason Quentin needs to poke his nose into some random's business, honestly. So he tracks the psychic signature who sent her the math and talks into this dude's brain. You know, like a normal person.]

/Hey, quick question: why 1, 27, 5? Just curious./

[Nope, no introduction. Look, if Sophie didn't tell whoever this is that there are other telepaths, that's on her.]

hello there

[hexcope]

[It's a distinctly different sounding voice, and now Jayce definitely feels like he's going insane. He ignores the question because it's beginning to actually give him a migraine.]

/Who the hell are you?/

general kenobi

[querulus]

[Yep, definitely different. This voice is nasally and dripping in irony. But hey, at least he understands your fancy math??]

/Oh, what did she not—ugh, figures. Quentin Quire. Telepath. Superhero. Genius./

[Yeah, that's clearly all the information Jayce needs. Right? Right.]

/So? Equations? What's it mean, dude? Does it mean anything, or were you playing "bully the cheerleader with nerd shit"? Because I'm down either way, I'm just wondering./

[hexcope]

/I'd say nice to meet you if I didn't instead want to say: get the fuck out of my head.

She seemed the type to be scared of big equations, and I want to be left alone. It would have worked, if she didn't send you. The numbers mean nothing./

[He's pacing now, forgetting the possibility that this could be seen through his eyes. He's in the Library, the blinds and curtains all drawn, and at a table a short distance away is another man, frail-looking with brown hair.]

/Since you just got here, I'll be a little nicer. Leave in ten seconds, and I won't do the most annoying shit I can possibly think of./

[sophielicious]

/Rude. I'm not scared, I'm disgusted. Gross, just fucking gross./

[hexcope]

/You're still here?

Great, was hoping you'd come back. Mind if I just...

/

[sophielicious]

(BRAIN DAMAGE

She's lightheaded. She hates this so much.)

/Ew, abhorrent, cripes, ew. You're making me think twice about my life choices.

And I didn't send him, for your information, but you know? He needs enrichment.

Good luck./

(Is the life choice not doing this? Absolutely not, the life choice is that this is nice for her standards, okay?)

[hexcope]

/Bye bye now./

[querulus]

[Look. Quentin highly doubts this dude will be able to do anything that could possibly annoy him. Other than be boring. Which is what he's currently doing. So he's not so much worried about the threat wrecking him the way his formulas and shit are giving Sophie a migraine, but he does believe mystery man is going to get more boring than he's worth in 10 seconds. Which means... commence bargaining.]

/I'll show you how to kick her out of your head. Like for real, not just with scary math./

[hexcope]

/I'm listening./

[querulus]

/See, I knew you could be reasonable./

[Do you regret this yet, Jayce? You should.]

/Right, so. It's been ages since I talked to someone smart. All himbos and beauty queens over here, plus a couple feral kids and... whatever the fuck Deadpool is. And they're cute and all, don't get me wrong, just not, you know. Intellectually stimulating. Anyway, my brain is a-tro-phy-ing. It's true agony.

Here's the deal: tell me something interesting, and I'll teach you how to beef up those mental defenses of yours. How's that sound?/

[hexcope]

[He doesn't. Yet.]

/Depends on what you think is interesting. I'm just a scientist. Math, 𝑚̥̊⃝𝑎̥̊⃝𝑔̥̊⃝𝑖̥̊⃝𝑐̥̊⃝, physics, metallurgy?/

[querulus]

/What was that second thing?/

[Bruh.]

[hexcope]

[Immediate panic.]

/Physics?/

[He's clearly trying very hard to not think about it.]

[querulus]

[SUS.]

/Bro, are you seriously trying to lie to someone who can read your mind?/

[hexcope]

/Yes.

No.

...Yes.

I've had a rough day, and you're already starting off on the wrong foot by, one, being in my mind unasked for, and two, identifying as a superhero. Pick a topic from the THREE I've listed./

[querulus]

/Uh, yeah, and I'm also the guy who's offering to help you with your whole brain security problem. So how about you calm your tits and quit bein' shady?

Tell me what the second thing was, and I'll ask about one of the other three. Deal?/

[hexcope]

[Feeling the equivalent of this.]

/Magic./

[querulus]

/Now, see, doesn't it feel better to get it off your chest? Trust a little? Sure, it does.

Also, yuck, magic fucking sucks. I'd also be embarrassed to call myself a scientist if I did magic bullshit./

[Yes, he knows "embarrassment" isn't what made Jayce lie about that. Look, just take the freebie, okay?]

/Fine, uhhhh, sure. Metallurgy. Why not./

[hexcope]

[NOW he's regretting this.]

/You're an idiot, actually./

[Is the first thought out of his mind the second Quentin says magic sucks. He doesn't have a brain filter at all.]

/I mean. I didn't mean that./

[Yes, he did. He's going to pretend he didn't, now.]

/The metals here have a different melting point than the metals of my world. Which means their chemical composition is different, if just slightly. We're breathing the same air, we're drinking the same water, but this means that somehow, the chemicals are bonded differently, or maybe contain different elements than I'm expecting. That's pretty interesting./

[querulus]

[The fuck was that??]

/Look, man, I can leave you to Regina George over here if you want. She'll figure out how to get around your math shit eventually, and then good fucking luck to you. She's not as nice as I am./

1/2

[hexcope]

/I thought her name was Sophie?

Oh, that's a joke./