((I deeply apologize, one for I didn't realize this was posted in and two because my computer died on me again and I just managed to get it working again, I really need a new one... anyway, sorry for the delay))
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"I feel like my head is splitting open, so stop thinking," he muttered squeezing his eyes tighter,"your thoughts are the equivalent of me screaming in your ear, times ten, at the moment..." Luckily, while although he couldn't understand anyone's thoughts at the moment he could still understand speech. "I'm not trusting that blue collection of data or the bundle of physic by passes with the state of my mind. Haxx made me go berserk in the first place."
Kole sighed at Goro's words,"Do you think I want to do this ether? It was this or starving to death... considering the job I had before the war doesn't exist anymore..." he sighed heavily trying to ignore both the humans as he ran a hand through the fur of one of his arms.
Drake snorted and snatched the bottle of pills, with surprising speed, before Goro could grab it. "Oh really?" he asked, his voice dry,"what was your job before the war?" He opened the cap, his eyes still tightly closed and poured three pills into his palm.
"Oh? The psychic is asking questions instead of finding the answer for himself? If you must know... I was a manager at a mall.... or supervisor rather..." Kole scrunched up his nose at Drake and frowned.
"It doesn't work like that," Drake replied numbly screwing on the cap of the aspirin, his chronic headache already starting to subside, to bad his abilities will be a little unreliable until the medication was out of his system. "I can only read things that are ... near the surface let's say... like the... foul memory of yours... something within your own mind triggered it, while you weren't actively thinking about it it was still lurking at the edge of your mind... I can read deeper but usually that overwhelms my... senses... and I go unconscious if I push to far, sensory overload..."
He paused rubbing his forehead, eyes still closed. "Ugh, stupid headaches, I always get them really bad..." he coughed tossing the bottle back to Kail. "But that being said, I can easily extract information that I want... like... let's say I wanted to know your favorite color... immediately you begin thinking about it, without conscious control. Then, I just have to read your thoughts and-" he stopped mid sentence and sat up, rubbing at his temples. "Dammit! I fucking hate my emotions sometimes! Allowing me to overreact. Great job subconscious!"
After a few moments he opened eyes letting out a groaning sound,"I think the medication finally took effect, sometimes I love my body's high metaboli-" he stopped and frowned. ".... where are my clothes?"
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"I feel like my head is splitting open, so stop thinking," he muttered squeezing his eyes tighter,"your thoughts are the equivalent of me screaming in your ear, times ten, at the moment..." Luckily, while although he couldn't understand anyone's thoughts at the moment he could still understand speech. "I'm not trusting that blue collection of data or the bundle of physic by passes with the state of my mind. Haxx made me go berserk in the first place."
Kole sighed at Goro's words,"Do you think I want to do this ether? It was this or starving to death... considering the job I had before the war doesn't exist anymore..." he sighed heavily trying to ignore both the humans as he ran a hand through the fur of one of his arms.
Drake snorted and snatched the bottle of pills, with surprising speed, before Goro could grab it. "Oh really?" he asked, his voice dry,"what was your job before the war?" He opened the cap, his eyes still tightly closed and poured three pills into his palm.
"Oh? The psychic is asking questions instead of finding the answer for himself? If you must know... I was a manager at a mall.... or supervisor rather..." Kole scrunched up his nose at Drake and frowned.
"It doesn't work like that," Drake replied numbly screwing on the cap of the aspirin, his chronic headache already starting to subside, to bad his abilities will be a little unreliable until the medication was out of his system. "I can only read things that are ... near the surface let's say... like the... foul memory of yours... something within your own mind triggered it, while you weren't actively thinking about it it was still lurking at the edge of your mind... I can read deeper but usually that overwhelms my... senses... and I go unconscious if I push to far, sensory overload..."
He paused rubbing his forehead, eyes still closed. "Ugh, stupid headaches, I always get them really bad..." he coughed tossing the bottle back to Kail. "But that being said, I can easily extract information that I want... like... let's say I wanted to know your favorite color... immediately you begin thinking about it, without conscious control. Then, I just have to read your thoughts and-" he stopped mid sentence and sat up, rubbing at his temples. "Dammit! I fucking hate my emotions sometimes! Allowing me to overreact. Great job subconscious!"
After a few moments he opened eyes letting out a groaning sound,"I think the medication finally took effect, sometimes I love my body's high metaboli-" he stopped and frowned. ".... where are my clothes?"
The world is one twisted fucked up place, bring a hard hat and an open mind when you leave the safety of your house.
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