Open Post 002

[2020mod]

• Step one: start a thread in this post!
• Step two: specify who the thread is for (or open) in this post!
• Step three: make people reply to this post!
• AND THAT'S THE WAY YOU DO IT.


And don't forget, there's still the ooc discussion post! And nothing needs to be contained to this post! Create new logs to your heart's content! This AU is yours, so have at it!


musebox • rules • character list

Comments

A

[osreborn]

[ When it came to would-be revolutionaries, it wasn't infrequently that Norman was assigned to bring them in. For questioning. He was known for results, and his own historical clashes with the law and government made him an ideal subject to use as an ally (lest he become an enemy).

What he considered the "Quentin Quire case" was certainly a tricky one; telepaths were no easy mark, obviously. They could 'hear' you coming if you weren't careful enough. Norman keeps his eyes open, looking for something amiss in the crowd while running a song through his head to keep his thoughts innocuous.

Ohh yeah, I'm the great pretenderrrrr...

But he didn't get his reputation by being nice. When that man meets his eyes Norman isn't thinking necessarily this is the man he's looking for -- he sees something belligerent in that look and withdraws his tazer. ]

[futureleader]

[Quentin pressed onward, keeping his gaze focused and his mind open. He didn't think much of meeting the man's eyes. It was common in a crowd of strangers for glimpses to meet. Surely, there wasn't anything wrong, people always met gazes and followed the same direction. But just for security, he took a peak into Norman's mind. Song, typical thoughts for everyday boredom, or even someone jamming along to some tunes. With a casual shrug, the thought of danger escaped his mind.

It's just someone listening to some jams, right?

He pulled out a phone, it was fake. No numbers stored in there, no numbers called or received. Nothing. It's only purpose was to persuade others that he wasn't a telepath, if caught, and served as a GPS. Five miles away from his check point before he attempted to blow up the training academy for officers.]

[osreborn]

Listen, son. I'm busy, so unless you have something useful to tell me I'm not putting up with any nonsense today. Schedules, you know. [ In no mood and reading too much in idle glances, but Norman isn't known for rationality. He stabs the tazer at Quentin's back. ] I'm looking for someone. Think you can spare time for a question or two?

[futureleader]

Excuse me- [ But he turns around a moment too late, the tazer already pressed against his back. There's no time to react, well. Not in the way Quentin wanted to react. He cries out in agony, electricity coursing through his body and muscles contracting rigidly. But it's the same electricity that interferes with the electrical frequencies of his brain and evidentially stuns Quentin.

For the briefest of seconds, his entire telepathic disguise flickers back to his usual looks. But, it's enough to know something's not quite right with this man. Something's up. When the whole ordeal is finally over, a minute feels like a decade, he feels his knees began to buckle. Everything was becoming hazy. ]

[osreborn]

[ Norman catches that flicker, and his one good eye widens in just barely restrained excitement.

He loves when a hunch works out so well.

He grabs a handful of Quentin's hair, dragging him aside enough so that they're not clogging up the sidewalk. Once that's done, he tazes Quenin again. ]

This is a lucky surprise. I didn't expect to find you until at least sundown. I hope you didn't have a busy day planned.

[futureleader]

[He's dazed enough that, he doesn't have time to react to Norman's grasp. He doesn't have time to clear his mind from the electrical pulses that clogged his telepathic thoughts before he's struck with the tazer again. He grits his teeth, unknowingly biting down hard on his tongue. Hey, if he couldn't escape telepathically he might as well silence himself verbally. Norman couldn't get answers out of a mute.

But Quentin's disguise, telepathic in nature, is gone by the time the electricity is done coursing through his body. No longer the sharp dressed youngster, but now the young anarchist. He realizes this much, his mind a little muddled, and glares up at Norman.

In his confused stupor, he manages to try to escape. Well, try anyways. It's a pure instinct of flight and run for him. Maybe he's relying on back up defenses of a psychic. After all, without a clear track of thoughts, Quentin was basically powerless at the hands of Norman Osborn.]

Bastard.

[osreborn]

[ Norman knows enough about Quentin to know it's best to keep him as disarmed as possible. They're still in public so he can't go too far, but that's fine. He doesn't need to, really. ]

We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Quire. I'll leave that up to you. Want to make a deal? I can let you just walk away if this goes well enough.

[futureleader]

[He glares, not willing to take the risk in trusting Norman. But at the same time, he's curious. Cautiously, Quentin looks up at Norman, and asks:]

What do you want?

[osreborn]

I want to know the location of your next little meeting. [ He doesn't let go, of course. ] And the time. You don't need to tell me who's going to be there -- I'll find that out for myself. But it had better be accurate information.

[futureleader]

1530 Trumpet Lane. Building number three, 52nd complex, two days from now at dusk. [It sounds pretty real, legit even. But there is no such meeting taking place in two days. []

[osreborn]

Hmm.

[ The tazer hovers. He drags Quentin with him as he begins walking. ]

I suppose we'll find out in two days then. And if you're right, I'll let you walk.

[futureleader]

Well, that's just it. They won't meet in two days because if I don't do what I'm supposed to do, [he pauses.] the meeting is called off under the assumption that one of us have been captured.

[It's a buff on top of a buff. It's either Norman captures him, and the entire fake operation is called off. Or, Norman lets him blow up the police academy and Quentin escapes freely. A loss for a loss, a win for a win.]

Your call.

[osreborn]

[ Norman's eye narrows. ]

You're going to need to tell me something more useful than that.

[futureleader]

If I don't blow up the police academy. No one shows up to the meeting,