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[hunteroffreaks]

*Jack sat in front of his tent, surrounded by folders of various thicknesses and sizes, chewing absentmindedly on end of a pen. He would occasionally take it out of his mouth long enough to scribble something in unintelligible writing down on a scrap of paper in a notebook. He then would rip that scrap out, sliding it into one of the folders. He

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[watch_the_nails]

*Something Victor had been meaning to do for several days now had been to taunt the mutant hunter with his new-found abilities. He'd been working on tracing people from a distance using his mind, and now he zoned in on Jack's, realising with a certain amount of disgust that the human had a hunter's instinct that was more similar to his own than he'd care to admit. Scowling, he 'spoke' to Jack using his telepathy, sending the words directly into his head.*

Feeling a little cooped up, Buffalo Joe?

[hunteroffreaks]

*Jack's head jerked up, looking around for Victor before realizing that he was hearing the voice not with his ears, but inside his head. Why, out of all the mutants in camp, had Victor been the one granted the ability to see inside his mind? There was something about the perversion of free will that gave him a certain distaste for psychics. Well, he wanted inside his head, eh? He'd get it. With every bit of venom and hatred he could pour into it, he thought out.*

Get out of my head, freak.

[watch_the_nails]

*He laughed at that, his amusement easy to hear even in his mental 'voice', chuckling at Jack's clear hatred and distaste. The poison within Jack's thoughts did add a certain bad 'taste' to his reply, but it didn't dissuade Victor from continuing the conversation. The things that Jack could come up with weren't exactly nice, but the feral had done far worse, and enjoyed it.*

What's the matter? Got a few things rattling around in there you don't want me to know about?

*He was already trying to search through Jack's mind for a juicy morsel to use against him. He didn't know if Jack had any training against mental attacks like this, but it was worth a try.*

[hunteroffreaks]

*Jack began trying not to focus too hard on any one subject, instead letting his thoughts bounce around. It wouldn't last long, he could already feel Victor riffling through his mind like the pages of a book.*

Nothing that you'll ever see. Bad kitty.

*He began focusing on trying to shield a memory. It was the hunt that had ended in him shooting Victor in the head. The tactic wouldn't fool an experienced psychic like Emma for a second, but he was counting on Victor's inexperience to take the bait, thinking it to be something important.

[blazing_touch]

*Edie wandered over once spotting Jack sitting by his tent. She dropped down into a sitting position a few feet in front of him.*

Heya, Jack. How are you?

*She smiled.*

[hunteroffreaks]

*Great. A predator in his head and a crazy girl before him. How did he get so lucky? He barely glanced at her before returning to his papers.*

Busy.

[blazing_touch]

Doing what?

*She was annoying, and she knew it. Though she liked to call it 'persistent'.*

[hunteroffreaks]

*He grit his teeth. Maybe if he kept up the short answers, she'd take the hint and leave.*

Working.