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[paterelohim]

[Man, Chuck picked the wrong fricking day to quit sniffing glue.]

Pop quiz, everyone: raise your hand if Siren’s Port somehow manages to be more apeshit crazy than the world you come from. Bonus if the answer involves lasers.

[Private to Michael Magneto]Okay, seriously. What the fucking hell was that? I mean, I just assume you felt that and no

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[makes_asteroids]

This place is far less crazy than home. There are no giant robots hunting me or my children.

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[paterelohim]

You didn't ask if you could jam dangerous weapons into my wheelchair. It isn't like lojacking a car, it's more like microchipping someone's neck when they're asleep.

I'm sick of being walked on and fucked with. People do shit to me and treat me like their bitch, and I'm tired of it.

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[makes_asteroids]

I wasn't.

[It's hissed, because confused or not, that accusation stung and tore at old wounds.

People I.

[A breath, because losing his temper doesn't help and he knows that.]

Chuck. Physically, your compromised right now. And that's on a level playing field with people who don't have powers. Not only do you not have yours, yours aren't offensive. People like that who get anywhere close to me? Die. Often.

I didn't want you to get hurt.

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[paterelohim]

[...Oh.

That snaps him well out of his minor psychological meltdown, but not all the way. Just enough to recognize that he's been taking out his pent-up issues on the person trying to help him, even if said person has fucked up ways of showing it. the little monologue is touching, and stops him in his emasculated, pissed-off tracks.]

Look... Eric. I don't mind the protective thing. [Let's just make Chuck a damsel more. Yep.] I get what you're trying to do here. But not being asked- that's what I have a problem with. It's a little Big Brother.

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[makes_asteroids]

Your world is complicated - but as you said. This one? Is worse. Compared to mine, it's simple. I'm probably one of the most paranoid bastards you'll ever meet. I'm used to having the threats I see dismissed.

[But.]

I should have explained what I wanted to do. My apologies.

[It's sincere, and in nearly eighty years the number of people to get an apology? Is rare. He simply doesn't apologize. He doesn't often feel the need to.]

[paterelohim]

[Chuck knows exactly how rare those apologies are, and it visibly surprises him enough to knock him a little more out of his self-involved state.]

Well- uh. [The usual colloquial responses are all sound kind of dismissive. It isn't okay and it isn't no problem, but.] Apology accepted.

Honestly, I'm a pretty reasonable guy, right? Just talk to me. I probably would've said yes anyway. Lord knows I was paranoid enough.

[makes_asteroids]

I will. There is a manual switch and dials of the lasers and the force field. I can go over it with you when you get back, if you'd like?

[An offer because. He's feeling just a little chagrined. He's really not used to having people push back. It's strange, for all he's actually grateful for the limit.]

[paterelohim]

Yeah, that'd be good.

I'm gonna be out for a while.

...Uh, so, you can track where I am with that?

[makes_asteroids]

I could, even without the lojacking in the chair, but I don't.

[paterelohim]

...Okay. I'm trusting you, here.

[Which for him has very recently become... harder. As Erik well knows, as he saw when he was sewing Chuck's damn head together.]

[makes_asteroids]

I'm purposefully not looking. This island is a good deal smaller than my range.

[It's the only compromise he has.]

[paterelohim]

Okay.

[Well... it's compromise, at least. More than he's gotten from the other batshit godmodes in his life. Funny, how a man's standards warp.]

Well, thanks. I appreciate the privacy.

[Oh, sweet irony. He does appreciate a prophet like him needing privacy.]

[makes_asteroids]

It's.

[He sighs.]

I do try not to spy on people - unless I'm being paid to - but this island is small enough and. Isolated enough that it's difficult not to see people.

[paterelohim]

Well, I guess I get that- I mean, I don't control my visions when I get them.

[It's a step. He's trying to be understanding instead of just saying fuck it and running to hide in a hole somewhere.]

[makes_asteroids]

Yes. It's. I could hear every single radio wave transmission on the island, if I didn't tune it out. I literally have x-ray vision, combined with infrared and several others. I had to teach myself to see walls, when I was young, so I wasn't looking into people's homes.

[There aren't many who seem to understand how much care he does, in fact, take, not to see-hear-feel so much of what people do.]

I'll walk down the street and see someone with a tumor and I don't know whether to approach them, ask if they know, direct them to medical care. It's a balancing act. One I'm still figuring out.

[paterelohim]

[Seeing someone with a problem and not knowing whether to step in. Teaching yourself to learn to step away, and let people hurt themselves. Learning the lesson of noninterference and boundaries through the school of hard knocks.

Chuck falls silent; it's a little scary how well He understands.]

That doesn't sound easy.