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[influent]

[ honestly, tretij doesn't care about the network. he doesn't care about much other than eli, but.. there are a few things he's interested in, and one of them happens to be people who are as different as he is. the network seems to be the easiest and least uncomfortable way to meet them, given how psychically overwhelmed he is on the moira right now-- and given his caution.

so eventually, after some trial-and-error: ] there are psychics here?
i would like to speak to

too noisy to find you
everyone thinks loudly

[ that's it, that's the post. tretij isn't wordy at the best of times, and he's still getting accustomed to the idea that he's even allowed to ask for things like this. ]

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[greyate]

[ She's a little startled to see someone ask so blatantly but after finding other people on this ship that had similar powers, Jean doesn't hesitate long in responding. ]

Where are you? I can try to find you.

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stars

[ he means the observation deck.. ]

quieter here

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[greyate]

[ She tries to think of where there could be stars but once she figures it out, she sends back. ]

Stay there. I'll come to you.

[ It'll take her a few minutes but she'll get there, a little out of breath from running and looking around to find him. She could send him a mental message but doesn't want to be too assume he'd welcome that if he's already having such a hard time keeping other voices out.

Instead, she'll call out verbally, ]

Hello?

[ She can sense them more so than see them. ]

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[ in all honesty, he probably hadn't been that difficult to find once she'd come closer to the deck. he'd 'followed' her as soon as he could find her mind through the psychic noise of the ship. once she actually arrives on the observation deck, though, he offers a hesitant, almost wary telepathic ping that acts as a greeting. he's probably somewhat unique in that his psychic presence seems.. damaged, even scarred. though he clearly uses his abilities with both ease and skill, it must be painful. he has no shields to protect himself with, and his own presence seems constantly overlayered with that of those around him.

physically, he's probably no less surprising-- a small, skinny child in a gas-mask floating several feet above the deck. what's visible of his skin--feet, hands and arms--is scarred in places, and his nails are bleeding from where he's picked at the cuticles.

he forces his hands back down, fingers curling and uncurling instead in the ends of too-long sleeves. he'd wanted to meet other people with abilities like his, but now that he is, he isn't quite certain what he should do. it's strange, and she seems.. normal, almost. not at all like the demon tretij himself has often been compared to. ]

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[greyate]

[ Jean turns towards him when she feels the ping, grateful for it. She's been having a hard time blocking people out herself. Although she's a little surprised to find him floating. And to be looking so young. She still can't believe they have children on the ship.

She steps closer to him, ]

Would my voice be too much in your mind?

[influent]

[ he stares for a few more moments, silent, before offering a small shake of his head. she really seems like any other person her age, except.. she feels different. not like him, but not like them, either. it's confusing, and honestly, tretij doesn't quite know what to do with himself.

he draws his knees up as if he's seated on a chair, curling his arms beneath his thighs.

noisy for you, too? his psychic 'voice' is quiet, faintly disjointed, but it's important for him to make the effort to use it instead of simply cobbling together responses from memories and other people's voices. ]

[greyate]

[ She gives a small smile up at him.

Yeah. It's been pretty exhausting keeping them all out.

Then, she raises her arms out at her side and slowly floats up into the air. She's a little new at it but she likes to think her practice has paid off.

I just got here, too. ]

[influent]

[ she can project her thoughts. she can pick his up without him projecting them. while he'd technically known this already, it's another thing entirely to be faced with that realization like this. she's really.. like him.

he jerks in surprise as she begins to lift in the air, uncurling once more in sheer shock. behind his mask, his eyes are wide and stunned, and one small hand lifts almost before he's realized it, fingertips uncurling as if to touch her. he withdraws his hand again without contact, though, curling it in against his chest as he stares.

like me, he manages, wondering, mind fluttering against hers as if testing his footing. but.. he trails off, and invisible hands pluck curiously at her clothing, pushing at a lock of her hair, nudging at one of her hands. not a demon.

how had she managed to escape people like those in the institute? ]

[greyate]

[ Jean looks down at the nudging and hair moving, giggling some at it all, pleased at how alike they were. But then he says "demon" and her smile falls as she looks back over to him.

We're not "demons". We have abilities but that doesn't make us bad or monsters. No matter what anyone else has told you.

She remembers hearing some of Kurt's stories from his time before coming to America. Saw a few of them without meaning to. ]