Until I get decidedly less lazy and write everything out, have a Wiki on Nate's powers.

Basically, he was bred to be the most powerful telekinetic/telepathic mutant out there- a "mutant of all mutants", according to the comics. And because of his background and especially the conditions of the Age of Apocalypse universe, Nate is naturally paranoid about everyone. He's usually seen psi-scanning most people before he talks with them.

DDD is no exception.

So as not to step on anyone's toes, have a permissions form.

<strong>Character | Username:</strong> <strong>What Nate can know:</strong> <strong>What Nate can <em>talk about</em>:</strong> There is a difference. Nate's the kind of guy that can respect privacy unless it's something serious. He'll have knowledge of certain things, but he won't talk about them if people really don't want him to. Usually. :|

So, unsurprisingly, we figured out I've only got a couple years yet before my powers decide to burn out my body.

Great. Just what I needed to find out after everything that happened. Thanks, guys.

So I'm still hoping that someone finds something and just sitting here and "recovering" while everyone else is risking life and limb. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still in this time period.

You know, as much as I like a bit of excitement in my life, I wish it'd stop slamming into me like this. First the fog showing up again and having to deal with that whole fiasco with Gauntlet. Guys made me lose one of the few place I actually felt at home around here - jerks. You'd think that things would've gotten easier after dealing with Shades ... but I guess that him and his Creeper Crew don't really compare much to a psi-force that's apparently working under the global government or whatever.

Either way, pain in the ass.

Guess I can't fully complain, though - at least now I'm getting the chance to hang out with Jean and Scott. Kinda weird, though. It actually feels like we're a family, too. Especially when we're ended up taking down a couple of guys that were "testing" me, something about how I was possibly a "threat to the multiverse" or something like that. Didn't really get a lot of it, except apparently I passed.

Might stay up here for a couple more days, at least - then maybe back to NYC. Not sure yet.

Alright, I'm sure that some of you saw that anon post and got ... well, you know. I don't know what exactly we're getting into, but I'm not in the mood to have any more innocent blood shed. Not now, not ever.

Who the hell's with me. Because as much as I want to beat this guy into the ground for what he's done, I know I can't do it alone. Even if I do have someone else who's willing to help.

... I didn't destroy half the world with my powers.

I actually didn't do it. We stopped Stryfe, I didn't end up killing people because of it... I'm... gonna make it through this. Tim and Sora might not be here anymore, but I still have people rooting for me.

I can do this.

I can make up for all the crap I've done in the past, all the fuck-ups.

(backdated a couple days, this is the aftermath of the Blood Brothers arc, and false alarm. Apparently I read too far ahead and mixed up canon. No telepathy back yet, s-sooob.)

Goddammit, I should've known, why didn't I do the smart thing and scan her - if Forge were here ... What the hell can I do now, I can't just stand here -

....

This is why I don't like trusting people... shit.

(Reaction to this. BRB TRYING TO FIX THIS SHIT AND FAIL IN THE PROCESS.)

[So Nate's lounging poolside, sunglasses on and wearing a pair of blue-and-gold trunks. What. Old habits die hard, stfu.

Anyway, he turns his head, lifting a hand up before his drink (it's soda kids, calm down, he's well aware he's underage) hovers in mid-air for a moment before floating into his outstretched hand. He takes a couple sips before setting it back down telekinetically]

Now this is more like it for a vacation.

So much for a vacation.

I try to have some nice R&R for a couple weeks, lay low, and then what happens? That jackass goes and tries to threaten us into his sick little games. Sure, if you go by logic, two people aren't so big of a deal in comparison to millions - doesn't take a genius to figure that one out.

But considerin' I've actually had to deal with shit like this... doing that would just make things worse. Goddammit, I don't know what the hell to do anymore.

[There's sounds of rushing wind - Nate's talking while flying. Ah, the wonders of turning your telekinesis inward. 8Db]

Y'know, lookin' back on it, I never thought that I'd be so stupid to think that things would be alright if I consistently started meddlin'. And yet here I am, flying through a completely different world, getting ready to try and hold someone back from gettin' themselves killed and/or going to see what the hell makes a sociopath tick.

Again.

[Sigh]

Why do I have to be such a nice guy...

Guess Pete's old line about "with great power comes great responsibility" is finally starting to stick.

[Nate sounds ... tired. Angry. Mostly because of recent events with the Purple Man, forcing the majority of people that ran into him to forget about him, and now Cain attacking the UN building. Needless to say, he's not in a good mood.]

What th' hell can I do... I worked so hard t' make sure that nobody else has to remember me, and now this. I wanna help. But I don't want to create another fiasco like that...

Never again.

Dammit, I wish Forge were here, he'd know exactly what to do.

[And there's the sound of something crashing, and the feed cuts out -]

[So, Nate's sleeping, completely unaware that he's being recorded. But there's a couple things that are strange - for one, he's in the streets, in a general alleyway - we definitely know it's not his SoHo loft. Secondly, he seems to be thrashing around as if he's in a nightmare. Suddenly, he wakes up with a sudden yelp, sitting bolt upright.

He pauses before looking around, looking to the laptop with a small frown before the video cuts out -]

[Only to cut back in on Nate walking through the alleyways, letting out a sigh]

What a pain in the ass, maybe a visit to ol' home sweet home is in order...

[But he stops dead in his tracks as he hears yelling which becomes more distinct the closer he gets, and the front of the loft seems to have some sort of graffiti on it, but Nate's moving around too fast to see, ducking behind a dumpster so that nobody spots him as the crowd chants]

HEY, GREY! TIME TO PAY! HEY, GREY! TIME TO PAY!

...You've gotta be kiddin' me. [And he grits his teeth, concentrating for a moment before levitating, the video cutting out, but his voice is heard before it completely cuts out -]

Coward! Usin' her as bait - DAMMIT!

(And it all goes downhill from here. D: Replies will be after the Purple Man fight, when Nate's on the George Washington Bridge, right before Spider-Man shows up to try and talk some sense into him.)

They're all callin' me a hero now, or some kind o' savior.

[Nate pauses, letting out a small sigh] I do have t'admit that things've been going better than I originally thought, but still. First Jam's arm somehow being regenerated, now all this... it's like everyone thinks I'm some kind 'o miracle worker. But it's not just that. They're sayin' I was some sorta catalyst for th' doctor's own powers, too. Or somethin' like that.

Dammit, I dunno what the hell to believe anymore. I mean, I definitely ain't complaining about some of the attention I've been gettin' lately, far from it, even. [He laughs] But...nah, maybe it's just my imagination.

[IC EDIT]

Hey, Sora! You interested in stoppin' by the Big Apple t' see a basketball game with me n' J this weekend?

(And Messiah Complex arc, go! Tags will be answered when I get back from class/lab signups. :>)

orz, so late with this. :|

( hell has no room for your crimeCollapse )

How'm I playing Nate? Something you want to see more of? Or less of? Let me know here- all comments are screened, anon is on, and IP tracking is off.

Y'know, there's reason why I hate talkin' to people like Shades. [Sigh.] Reminds me of shit that I shouldn't be thinkin' about.

[Nate lets out a frustrated grunt at that- but it doesn't seem to be the only thing that's been irritating him.]

Add t' the fact that I can't seem to get a hold of Tim- tch. So much for a good new year so far.

Focus, Grey. You're on for a reason- quit blabbin' and get to th' point.

Anyway, my own rantin' aside, I've got a question for you guys.

Is killin' anyone ever really justified? 'Cause the way I'm seein' it, no matter what your reason, there's always gonna be someone who says it's not right for some reason or another.

...I dunno, guess I'm just confused. Wish Forge were here- he'd at least throw me a bone on this one.

(Ref. gdit, Wesker.)

Okay. Now that my thoughts aren't being broadcast for everyone and their mother to see... I think I can finally breathe a bit easier. [Nate lets out a tired sigh. It's been a long week.]

Christ, I think I'm gonna need a vacation after all this. Now th' question becomes where the hell can I go without bein' harassed by something. Never mind gettin' nosebleeds and headaches after that fiasco with Sora...

Though I guess I prob'ly should stick around until after Tim and I get those tests taken care of...

Goddamn, this sucks.

...Forge probably would've liked it if I did somethin' like this, kept my thoughts in a journal. Hm.

Well, anyway. We're in the Mediterranean right now, the warm weather's a nice change from all that snow. S'strange seein' all the diversity around here. Not unwelcome...but definitely strange. Not used to it, I guess.

And those o' you that saw the earlier post...yeah. Sorry 'bout that. Stupid thing must've went off while that happened. We're alright now, no worries there.