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nexus_crossings2020-07-15 01:36 pm
ginger_firebird) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-07-15 01:36 pm
Busking at the Fountain
Visitors to the fountain might see a somewhat unusual sight this day. Mantis is having a glorious sit next to the mist coming off of the water and has a leash wrapped around his wrist. On the other end of the leash is a catwing in a harness. It’s a happy little calico flapping his wings and batting at the water as Mantis watches. There’s a basket with long straps sitting by Mantis’ feet and from it he pulls out a bottle of water to drink from. The weather has been simply too hot for his liking, but Yaga needs his exercise.
Mantis sighs and wipes at the sweat pooling at the back of his neck. He’s dressed in the lightest cotton tank he could find and the most breathable linen pants, and still he’s overheating marvelously. The swimming heat does give him an idea, though, and he looks around him briefly before nodding. There were people in the Nexus who knew when their minds were being read. Surface thoughts that were easy enough to get through, but he’s also met those who have a profound level of influence and control.
So why not see where they are? One psychic to another. Mantis begins to hum quietly to himself, but sensitive ears and minds might be able to hear his hymn. It’s a mournful little melody born out of the remnants of childhood memories and he’s used it to amplify his powers for years. It was always meant to sink deep into a part of the brain that was easier to read, easier to control, but he’s not looking to make a puppet or even mess around all that much.
A question echoes and repeats along the notes of the music as it cycles back and forth along the vicinity around the fountain and perhaps even further: “Can you hear me? Do you know where I am? How alone are we in a place like this?”
Mantis sighs and wipes at the sweat pooling at the back of his neck. He’s dressed in the lightest cotton tank he could find and the most breathable linen pants, and still he’s overheating marvelously. The swimming heat does give him an idea, though, and he looks around him briefly before nodding. There were people in the Nexus who knew when their minds were being read. Surface thoughts that were easy enough to get through, but he’s also met those who have a profound level of influence and control.
So why not see where they are? One psychic to another. Mantis begins to hum quietly to himself, but sensitive ears and minds might be able to hear his hymn. It’s a mournful little melody born out of the remnants of childhood memories and he’s used it to amplify his powers for years. It was always meant to sink deep into a part of the brain that was easier to read, easier to control, but he’s not looking to make a puppet or even mess around all that much.
A question echoes and repeats along the notes of the music as it cycles back and forth along the vicinity around the fountain and perhaps even further: “Can you hear me? Do you know where I am? How alone are we in a place like this?”
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He lays there motionless, the broken pieces laying about and fine dust covering his form, turning him from shades of dark blue and black to powdered white.
The dust settles before he begins to sit up slowly. His ribs broken but apparently undisturbed by the damage.
His masked face looks up at the floating man and he begins to stand, undaunted.
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He focuses on immobility, trying to pin Jason to the ground from a distance so he can't even lift a foot off the ground. Can't throw giant rocks if you can't reach them. Right?
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Though his arms were free and mobile he could reach no more of the fractured fountain to use as a weapon. Still his head looked at Mantis. Eager to reach him somehow.
However each time he exhibited the same force against Mantis psychic power, each motion repeated to strain muscles and lift bones. His immortal body would never tire of his struggle. He would rebel against this force until the end of the Nexus itself.
Mantis had bought some time but only as long as his powers could last and even the most powerful practitioners of psychokinesis and telepathy in the world have their limits.
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Machete in hand he steps through the fire as if it is not there (Of course he will only catch fire if Mantis has intent to harm him, which it seems he does not atm) walks with purpose towards Mantis location.
His instinct to find a place or person he is searching for is one of the may quirks of his unique existence taking him certainly closer to Mantis and his cat. The people about him who grew startled by their short conflict had cleared now and it was particularly quiet. The kind of quiet that meant you could hear a cat. The same cat that was with Mantis.
Jason walked to the door of the building it came from and forced open the door, breaking the lock. Inside looked like storage, full of boxed items and racks of various kinds of goods.
With grim determination he headed to the back of the room and opened the door to a concrete stairwell, paused to look up the many flights of stairs then he began to ascend.
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There has to be a place more distracting than any act of revenge the dead man could be aiming for. He looks around him in a circle and focuses on the horizon leading towards the untamed part of the Nexus. The Wilds. It's a huge gamble, but he can risk another flight if it means going somewhere more dangerous than Jason.
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He silently marches forward, raising his machete to attack Mantis.