AU, so AU Freakangels get transported to the TU circa 1926

[aeons_crackshot]

It's been a hell of a few days, that's for sure. The FreakAngels weren't sure what would happen when they tried to punch a hole in the world, but ending up in another universe entirely wasn't it.

Their...hosts, for lack of a better term, seem entirely nonplussed at their slowly recovering psychic abilities.

They considered trying to escape, of course, but where are they going to go when they're stuck in the middle of the freaking Amazon?

That, and there are monsters lurking in the jungle that their hosts are still cleaning up. They saw the girl their age, Annabelle, kill three of them just yesterday.

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[md_donighal]

"...no wonder indeed," Primoris grates through thinned lips. The government of a civilized country hunting Inspired as if they were mad dogs? Either their world isn't the future that awaits Æon, or Max's dreams of a utopian future are just that: dreams from which he'll have to awaken one of these first days. "Perhaps we need to show them that they're among peers now."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Perhaps," Annabelle says with a nod. "Although it seems they were born with their abilities rather than acquiring them as we did."

Her lips quirk in something that's almost a grin. "He didn't take my profession that we understood what it's like to be different terribly well," she admits. "Although that may have been merely the straw that broke the camel's back."

That much stress and anger is going to find a way out, eventually.

[md_donighal]

Primoris sighs slightly. "I suppose it would be easier to demonstrate that they're not alone if some of our showier colleagues were present. Enoch Frost, for instance, or Gené LeClair.* As it stands, all we can do is show our good faith through our works."

At the back of his mind, he's turning over the implications of the visitors having been born Inspired. Even some who've attained Inspiration as adults are, as Max delicately phrased it, "not exactly responsible examples of humanity". Sometimes, in order to tolerate the failings of the un-Inspired, Primoris himself has to draw on his memories off what being an ordinary human was like. What must it be like to have been born with powers? The prospect frightens him. And at the same time fascinates him, though he'd never admit it except possibly to himself.

* The actual mesmerists (cryo- and electro-kinetic, respectively) whom Warren Ellis referred to by the pseudonyms "Elijah Snow" and "Jenny Sparks" ("Gené" being short for Geneviève and pronounced rather like "Jenny").

[aeons_crackshot]

"Probably," Annabelle admits. "Although some of your tricks might qualify for showy, Doc," Annabelle replies with a grin.

She pats him on the shoulder. "You're not working from the same playbook as most humans, you know. Or have you forgotten the time you knocked a steam engine over with your fist in Boise?" she teases.

" 'Course, I'm not either. But since all of my tricks involve weapons of one kind or another...."

He's more right to worry than he knows, if what might have been in their original world holds true in this one.