Muse not especially taken with username.

[dressedtotheneins]

An amusing play on words.

[Sasha takes a long, slow drag of his miraculous floating cigarette. It continues to float miraculously.]

Perhaps if you'd like to laugh at something really funny, you could consider the state of your bedroom - or your inbox, for that matter.

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[tinfoil_angel]

It's not so terrible. At least your mun was attempting to be clever.

[If Nein for some reason tried to read his mind the Psychonaut would find a mind just as well guarded as Raz's, perhaps even more so.]

[dressedtotheneins]

Yours took a different approach, I see.

[In the Metasphere, all planes are visible. Even the ones with little dialogue boxes accompanying witty icons.

He does not so much read the man's mind as probe the edges and its defenses carefully, not noticeably, before retreating. Invading someone's thoughts is just plain rude.]

[tinfoil_angel]

It's not really all that witty. All it really is doing is rehashing the name of my group and my method of psychic shielding.

[dressedtotheneins]

Hence the...tinfoil hat, I presume.

[Didn't one of the campers at Whispering Rock have one of those? Fat lot of good it did him.

Sasha deadpans. Or rather, keeps his face exactly the way it already is.]

Does it keep the CIA out, too?

[tinfoil_angel]

[He rolls his eyes.]

It does actually work. It's the only thing that seems to or I wouldn't do something that seemed so crazy.

I think you would try anything too if your friends started to use the telepathic network to talk about their love lives.

[dressedtotheneins]

Block them out, probably.

[Through other means, rather than with equipment meant for keeping leftovers fresh.]

But then, I do not have many friends.

[tinfoil_angel]

That's true for me as well I suppose.

[He shrugged.]

Oh I've been meaning to ask you since my mundane said you work for the government, is there a category system you have for psychics?

Since there's only twelve of us in existence in my universe there wasn't much in the way of testing or even knowledge about us.

[doubletailpilot]

[Well, the questions Tails here may have about that floating cigarette notwithstanding, he just cocks his head.]

At least it's original?

[dressedtotheneins]

You should have seen the list of puns she came up with before settling on this one.

[It was bad.]

[doubletailpilot]

[Puns are the best KIND of bad~!]

Yeah, my mun tried to come up with a bunch'a puns too 'fore she finally settled on this one.

But at least it's kinda cool!

[dressedtotheneins]

[Not to Sasha, they aren't. They're about as classy as a Tiffany lamp. Which is to say, not at all.]

So I've been told. It is, at least, an accurate moniker, if contrived.

[doubletailpilot]

[Milla needs to try harder at getting him to loosen up, doesn't she? B| ]

Yeah, 've seen a lot worse.

[And now he's eying that floating cigarette.]

How're you doin' that, anyway?

[dressedtotheneins]

[Loosen up? Do you have any idea how tight this turtleneck is?]

Telekinesis.

[Honesty is the best policy, right?]

[doubletailpilot]

[When you don't like puns red flags should be going up >B| ]

[That earns a headtilt.]

Telekinesis?

...That's so cool!! [He brightens because yes psychic abilities are awesome every eight year old knows that] Where'd you learn to do it?

[dressedtotheneins]

It started when I was very young.

[Having the gift isn't something you choose. But he did the best he could with it, and look where he is now.]

[doubletailpilot]

[Considering how excitable Tails can get, it's... probably a good thing that not everyone gets psychic powers. :|a;]

That's so... cool! [With that, Sasha is now awesome in Tails' book, since he doesn't seem like the type to use his powers for evil.] Did someone have to teach you? 'Cause some stuff you jus' figure out if you try hard enough!

[Even if trying hard enough used to involve filling a workshop with smoke or crashing into trees on this kid's end, but. Pfft.]

OH HELLO

[useful_goggles]

I should try telling my mun that. You should see her inbox! It's--

[ Waaait a minute IT'S YOU ]

-- Agent Nein!

:D

[dressedtotheneins]

Razputin.

[You get a polite nod, kid. But it's only because you're like Sasha's Mini-Me.]

/is replaying the game on PS3 right now because she can

[useful_goggles]

Boy am I glad to see you! Got any ideas to convince my mun to get me out of this city she's stuck me in? She's nearly gotten me killed three times in the last month.

[ Which...actually isn't that bad compared to what summer camp had to offer, but summer camp didn't have zombies and evil mannequins. At least not outside the mental world. ]

Been replaying it on the PS2 wheeeeeeeeeeee~

[dressedtotheneins]

That sounds like something you're perfectly capable of handling, though.

[Putting children in mortal danger? Not particularly his concern unless his ass is on the line. But, it's Raz. That in an of itself means he ought to put some more thought into his reply.]

Have you attempted mind control?

I wanted to do a let's play of it on my computer but it eats fraps for breakfast D8

[useful_goggles]

Hey! I can handle it! Just not when it involves an entire city being flooded! [ Hand of Galaccio? Cursed to die in water? Are we ringing any bells here? Giant evil kraken beasts don't make it any easier, either. ]

Mind control? ...well, no. Actually I hadn't thought of that. D'you think it'll work?

gdi

[dressedtotheneins]

[Ah, yes. That. It isn't that Sasha forgot, per se, but conveniently placed it at the back of his mind and chose not to read Raz's for the sake of letting the kid ramble.]

I don't see why not. It would be good practice, don't you think?

[useful_goggles]

[ And Raz thanks you for that. After the whole kraken mess, he didn't wanna look at seafood for a week. ]

Yeah, good idea! I just hope it works. I trued using clairvoyance on her once, and uh...well, let's just say it didn't end well. At all.

[chatchouchou]

I am sure they only meant well. And it is a very fitting name, Monsieur.

[dressedtotheneins]

Not every day that a cat pays me a compliment.

[...well...]

Outside of the subconscious.

[There, he is certain, the most well-dressed of cool cats flatter him all the time.]

[chatchouchou]

[ Outside the-- How does that work? She chuckles. ]

You dream about cats paying you compliments?

[dressedtotheneins]

Not often.

[He did once. And then the llamas began doing the CanCan and Sasha doesn't remember much else about that particular dream.]

But I appreciate the sentiment, Madame Duchess.

[chatchouchou]

Oh?

[ She is about to smile when the oddity strikes her and her ears perk up curiously. ]

Why, we weren't even introduced yet, were we?

[dressedtotheneins]

We were not.

[No sense in denying that he took a little peek. It wasn't all that invasive: just the basics.]

I'm afraid I have the advantage of being able to read your mind.

[Therefore,]

My name is Agent Nein.

[chatchouchou]

A pleasure to meet you Monsieur Nein, but--

[ The pleasantries are brushed aside as quickly as she'll allow herself. This is most curious. ]

My mind? How did you do that?

[ She runs her paw over her ear, but - perhaps predictably enough - her head doesn't feel any different, any... more read than before. ]

I goddamn love you.

[tricksterking]

I thought Muns naturally lived in a pile of dust, clothes, and used bottles.

:3

[dressedtotheneins]

True, it is their natural state.

[Wallowing in filth, letting their minds rot...]

But mine has high standards and the current disarray is not the norm.