|Elisabeth Glorianna Braddock // Psylocke (shadow_lust) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2008-06-21 00:48:00
|Entry tags:||elisabeth braddock, peter petrelli (future)|
Her discourse is that we all don't survey
WHO: future!Peter Petrelli-Evans and Elisabeth Braddock.
WHAT: Discovering comfort in a fellow telepath.
WHERE: Outside Cafe Stella.
RATING: PG-13 for now.
Elisabeth couldn't be more grateful for her telepathy at a time like this sudden and eerie bout of silence...unless that too wouldn't work. This communicating in pictures was beyond aggravating and she was having a hell of a time trying to decipher some of the posts. House's was simple enough. Clark's? Not so much.
Remembering that more than one person in this bloody city possessed telepathic abilities, the mutant started to walk the streets, sending out a 'signal' to anyone within hearing range.
[If anyone is able to hear this, it would be brill if you came and found me as this whole not being able to speak aloud bit is rather aggro and I'd prefer to not hold a conversation with myself all day long.]
She wasn't picky if it was a villain, hero, or a neutral party so long as she could hear speech again. It was unnerving to walk in a downtown scene and hear next to nothing. Sure, there was still the lull of tires and generators, but there were noises, human or animal alike.