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[team_sociopath]

Dude, when I said sometimes the City gets boring, I so did not mean I wanted to see it turn into a Times Square tourist trap at Christmas kinda mess.

Seriously. The Carousel is even lamer than the department store windows. Trust me on this.



[ooc; ...honestly? bring out whoever you like, doubles freak me out a bit but Tommy can probably handle it. XD]

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[team_sociopath]

[Fast enough to guess what you're onto before you finish, and be there pretty much as soon as you do. Tommy has the advantage of knowing the City, and well, half the time he beats Billy's teleports so.]

Fast enough?

[passingthrough]

I guess that depends how far away you were. [Not exactly the type to hand out compliments left and right.]

[team_sociopath]

Picky. [Dramatic eyeroll is dramatic.]

[passingthrough]

Mediocre gets you dead. [So does trusting your husband not to smash you to death, but we're not talking about her.]

So, are you a "Young Avenger" too? [Hasn't missed that you look like that Billy kid.]

[team_sociopath]

I'm fast enough. [It isn't just a brag, for once.]

That's what they tell me. There's worse things to be.

[passingthrough]

You don't sound very sold on the idea.

And you know Magneto and Quicksilver?

[team_sociopath]

Don't get me wrong. We're definitely the good guys. I just don't get as hung up on the A-word as the rest of 'em.

[He shrugs.]

And I never met either of them, but come on, who doesn't know about them?

[passingthrough]

I'm more familiar with the X-word.

And I don't know. I'm not from your world, but I guess that's true in mine. [Very true.]

[team_sociopath]

I figured you aren't. [Interdimensional travel, just another day. He almost asks what Magneto's like in person-- that Magneto, anyway-- but decides it's honestly just not worth it.]

So, are you gonna show me how you do it?

[passingthrough]

That's how it always works. [She's used to people she's familiar with coming in but not being from her world.]

[If he doesn't move, she'll stick her arm harmlessly through him. He shouldn't even feel a thing. Maybe a light tingling at most. If he does move, and let's face it, he's fast enough to then it won't be a very interesting demonstration.]

[team_sociopath]

[He's fast enough not to flinch away. Not visibly, at least. Even he's not sure if he moved and came back or not. He just kind of stares at the arm.]

Creepy. Bet that makes crowds a lot less annoying.

[passingthrough]

Thanks. I almost named myself The Creeper. [She withdraws the hand.]

[team_sociopath]

[Good, because... yeah, he's not sure he's comfortable with this whole thing for more than about five seconds.]

But like, how do you do it? How does it work?

[Once something manages to pique Tommy's curiosity, he's pretty relentless.]

[passingthrough]

[It's not like she's pulling any organs out. Calm down.]

Why so curious?

[team_sociopath]

[Ew, why would you even think of that.]

I just am.

[passingthrough]

[She knows a guy who does it. And she was trained as an assassin at thirteen, so not that far from her mind. You can thank Magneto for that by the way.]

I slip my molecules between the molecules of other things.

[team_sociopath]

But like, how do you know how to get them to go where you want them to?

[passingthrough]

How do you know how to go really fast?

[team_sociopath]

That's different. Anyone can run, I just run faster.

[But... well, he knows how to do other things, and those are harder to explain. Food for thought, at least. It's not like he expected her to give him an instruction manual.]

[passingthrough]

It's second nature. And I think you have a specific reason for wanting to know. Spill.

[team_sociopath]

It's complicated.

[He glances around, decides it's probably not the best idea to blow up anything big or important. So he grabs a discarded soda can. Not idea, but he can make this work.]

I told you, I do other stuff.

[passingthrough]

Go for it. I showed you mine.

[team_sociopath]

[He holds it on a flat palm and just looks at it for a while, lips pressed flat in concentration. It takes a moment for anything visible to happen; then it starts to twitch, slowly, in his hand. The pace picks up and before long it's wobbling like the metal's turned to jell-o, and then-- BANG!-- it's shrapnel, falling over his fingers.]

[passingthrough]

[There's no flinching of any kind as she watches. Of course she stayed phased as he did it.]

Hmm.

A little Gambit-ish.

[team_sociopath]

[Poor Tommy, fated never to seem original.]

I'm pretty sure I should be able to... move things, the right way, you know, to walk through a wall.