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[spümpkin]

Cynthia chases after him. "For God's sake, Ether! You need to stop doing that!" She interposes herself between Ether and the exit.

Ether lifts his face from his hands, to show that he has stopped crying, but his eyes are reddish.
"What? Stating my mind? Or crying? I just keep on failing."

[Adragis]

"Yeah... you could go ask a telepath, maybe?"
"Look, so what if you speak your mind and make me feel incredibly awkward? Apologise, sure, but don't run off and say you're leaving me forever. "

[spümpkin]

"Yeah... you could go ask a telepath, maybe?"
"Look, so what if you speak your mind and make me feel incredibly awkward? Apologise, sure, but don't run off and say you're leaving me forever. "

Ether sniffs and wipes his nose. He has stopped frowning.
"So you don't hate me?"

[ragnarok97071]

"Not likely to work, my head's too crowded for a telepath to look into, even with..."

He suddenly pauses.

"... Hold that thought."

He immediately turns to make his way out of the room, stepping out into the hall, and then preforms the mental equivalent of shouting at the top of his lungs.

EYES! I NEED TO BORROW YOU FOR A SECOND, SO GET OVER HERE.

[Adragis]

"Yeah... you could go ask a telepath, maybe?"
"Look, so what if you speak your mind and make me feel incredibly awkward? Apologise, sure, but don't run off and say you're leaving me forever. "

Ether sniffs and wipes his nose. He has stopped frowning.
"So you don't hate me?"

Cynthia brings a hand to her head. "Of course not. I'm mildly worried about your lack of subtlety, and rather more worried that you're trying to hit on me, but no, I don't hate you."
Larissa looks mildly confused.

[spümpkin]

"Yeah... you could go ask a telepath, maybe?"
"Look, so what if you speak your mind and make me feel incredibly awkward? Apologise, sure, but don't run off and say you're leaving me forever. "

Ether sniffs and wipes his nose. He has stopped frowning.
"So you don't hate me?"

Cynthia brings a hand to her head. "Of course not. I'm mildly worried about your lack of subtlety, and rather more worried that you're trying to hit on me, but no, I don't hate you."
Larissa looks mildly confused.

"Oh... okay then. Would you still like to go? I will try not to be awkward."

"Not likely to work, my head's too crowded for a telepath to look into, even with..."

He suddenly pauses.

"... Hold that thought."

He immediately turns to make his way out of the room, stepping out into the hall, and then preforms the mental equivalent of shouting at the top of his lungs.

EYES! I NEED TO BORROW YOU FOR A SECOND, SO GET OVER HERE.

Ether recieves this and replies in his head
A little busy right at this moment, but I'll be there in a second.

[ragnarok97071]

Bit more important than making doe-eyes at whothefuckever, man. life-or-death shit over here, but okay, go chase tail while I worry about going nuclear.

[Pencil_Art]

Derek winces at an unseen sound. Oi, man. Don't shout so loud. Did you want someone to look into your mind?

[spümpkin]

Bit more important than making doe-eyes at whothefuckever, man. life-or-death shit over here, but okay, go chase tail while I worry about going nuclear.

Fine then. I shall be there now. "Cynthia. I shall be waiting at this restaurant, when I do you shall recieve a psychic messege. If you do not show I shall not care, but you should come. Please. I must go now, as Torimus is being a dick." Ether hands Cynthia a card with an address on it, and teleports away, to wherever Torimus is. "You called?"

[Xantalos]

Darren, meanwhile, is ... I'll say in his dorm room thing. On his bed, brooding about how to control his powers. Looking at his hands a lot. Y'know, the usual stuff.

[Empiricist]

Darren, meanwhile, is ... I'll say in his dorm room thing. On his bed, brooding about how to control his powers. Looking at his hands a lot. Y'know, the usual stuff.

((Obviously the solution is drugs! ))

[Xantalos]

((Funny thing is that might actually work in both ways.))

[spümpkin]

Bit more important than making doe-eyes at whothefuckever, man. life-or-death shit over here, but okay, go chase tail while I worry about going nuclear.

Fine then. I shall be there now. "Cynthia. I shall be waiting at this restaurant, when I do you shall recieve a psychic messege. If you do not show I shall not care, but you should come. Please. I must go now, as Torimus is being a dick." Ether hands Cynthia a card with an address on it, and teleports away, to wherever Torimus is. "You called?"

[Empiricist]

((Funny thing is that might actually work in both ways.))

((Yeah, I was suggesting that because it's probably possible to just magically remove the withdrawal symptoms and side-effects. Hell, he might be able to destroy them himself.))

[Xantalos]

((Eh, his control isn't that far advanced yet.))