dear_mun | homeless forever... i just really like the idea of broken Observer!Peter okay ;

[He's not entirely sure what to say right now. This is a development he isn't quite prepared for...]

[So he just reverts to standard procedure and watches Peter's conversations. He doesn't dare write it down, though, as though doing so would cement something in time that really oughtn't be there.]

[He takes a breath to speak, but... nothing comes out. How very odd.]

((OOC: EEEEEEEEEEEEEE. <3))

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[Let's just say September's lucky Peter has an existing relationship with him, because otherwise he'd be trying to snap the Observer's neck.

So after a quick swivel of his head and a momentary pulse race when September appears, he relaxes a little and resumes scribbling down his own notes.]

You won't change my mind either.

[September notices this reaction. Apprehension? Fear? Unconsciously his head tilts, birdlike. Something is...]

You are different. Something has changed you. What have you done?

[They may be largely emotionless, but they can't get rid of curiosity.]

[It's funny how, Observer or not, September always manages to ask that question. And actually expect an honest answer. Peter can feel another headache coming on.]

My daughter is dead.

[Again, September finds himself at a momentary loss for words.]

It must be... [he trails off.]

Your mind has a... sound. [Not the best word but the only one that comes close to fitting.] It's familiar, somehow.

[Blink.]

Like my people. Our... technology.

[He's not afraid or even worried, and yet this concept pokes at him.]

[At that Peter raises his head, and September might have trouble puzzling out the emotions in his face. It's a little like what you'd expect from an animal who's minutes away from being completely cornered. All at once alert and apprehensive, and calculating his chances of escape.]

I know what I'm doing.

[He cocks his own head.]

You didn't come here to stop me.

I did not, initially. I only... This is not in any of the futures I've seen.

[As though coming to a realisation] You will lose yourself, who you are. When you cease to be yourself, the future will change.

If it happens, it's an acceptable loss.

I have to stop Windmark. She will be avenged.

It is not acceptable. The change to your mind--to your... heart--will change events. In the smaller scope of things it may seem worthwhile, but that difference will ripple into the future.

[Again, as though just realising] Your... plan, our plan, will fail. It relies on... emotion.

You're wrong. I...

I can account for the deviations. We can correct the timeline. [But he no longer looks certain.]

...

Your timeline...

[He tries to find the correct words. Peter's timeline had to be corrected in the first place because he, September, could not stick to his objective...]

[This might play across his face in the subtlest way.]

[That look on September's face... it just makes Peter more determined to prove him wrong. To prove everyone wrong.]

Once Windmark is dead, I can begin to nudge things back onto their proper path. It can work. It has to work.

[His scribbling becomes even more furious.]

[Suddenly, September is standing much nearer to Peter than before, but he looks hesitant.]

Is that why you took our technology? To kill Windmark?

[One thing can be said about September, he is not judgemental about the theft in the slightest. He lifts a hand toward Peter's head. If he manages to touch it, a small clump of hair might be dislodged.]

[He pauses in his notations, but he doesn't pull away, merely bows his head. And when he does speak, he sounds more like Peter than he has this entire conversation.]

He killed her. And I'm going to snap his neck.

[He contemplates the clump of hair.]

[softly] And when you have done this? When you've killed him? Will you remove it?

[Again, expecting honesty. So naive.]

Yes. When I've killed him.

[The sad thing is, he really does believe that.]

I only need it to stop Windmark.

[He places the hair on the table.]

How do you plan to kill him?

I'm running futures. If I can alter his trajectory enough I can be certain with a 99.9999 percent probability that he will be in the right place at the right time. I'll be waiting for him there.

He won't know until it's too late.

[There's an odd sensation tickling his mind. He is... impressed. Yes, it is impressive. And there's something more. His brows twitch together for a moment as he attempts to puzzle it out. It's warm. Affection? No... Fondness? No... Pride? Maybe... Yes. He's... proud of how Peter has so quickly adjusted to the changes in his senses and thought patterns. And yet... it's tinged with something else. This is no longer the Peter he knows.]

[Emotions are very difficult things. His hand absently goes to his chest as though in an attempt to ease the tightness that those emotions had put there.]

I am... I... My thoughts are... conflicted.

[Well, you don't get branded with a 190 IQ for nothing. Though Peter is surprised himself how quickly the tech has started to work. And, if he really admitted it, a little frightened.]

I'm doing the right thing.

[He looks up at September significantly.]

Nothing will stop me.

I'm beginning to see that. Nothing will stop you. But perhaps someone will.

You have someone in mind.

I do, but it is not me. Rather, I believe Agent Dunham will be able to change your mind.

Olivia.

[The name is enough to make him think of her, and thinking of her is enough to make him pause. Albeit momentarily.]

She can't be told.

And if she figures it out on her own? What will you do?

homeless forever... i just really like the idea of broken Observer!Peter okay ;_;

Because this somehow brings all the Septembers and former Septembers out of the woodwork XD

<3<3

There are far too few Fringe roleplayers.

I know! Hopefully there'll be more now that it's all on Netflix?

It's how I found it. c: Watched it all in the space of a couple weeks. c:

hah, i can totally see that. i've marathoned so many shows that way...

I got so hooked I even bought that huge 'September's Notebook' thing. c:

now I have to look up what that is!

It's niiiiiiiice.

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clearly... I... like... ellipses....

That's okay; I really like semicolons

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