Thessian Temper Tantrum

"That's a good Cradle," Izime smiled as a familiar weight returned to his shoulder, silently reforming and landing on his shoulder as quietly as an owl. The raven now reflecting the same unease he had poured into the bond, though that emotion was twinging with an odd irritability Izime didn't exactly feel. He was certainly more nervous than angry at the alien, Izime hoping bringing Cradle in hadn't been the wrong move as the raven's anger rose.

"There's the other one." Psyis hoped she sounded confident, finally finding some words to fill the air with. Her own powers wasted on flailing at that void, it avoided her mental grasp as it entered entirely.

Finally taking an actual physical form on the larger things shoulder, Psyis recognized the two forms that she'd seen last night. The same black bird that had been there during her fight with Crusher, that same yellow that she had seen across the field of tanks. Both of them had decided to get involved and now she wanted answers.

Psyis running red eyes over the bird as she reached out with her powers, cold eyes probing her own in return. The little psychic shield she had prepared to stop a firearm doing nothing against the electronics sweep that would have made Dark Squire blush. Psyis sneered a bit and sent another pulse at the the man instead, wanting to see if she got the same electronic response. The words that came out of the bird's mouth at her action stopped her powers cold.

"Stupid Purple." Cradle swung its head glaring at the alien with its other eye, hoping from Izime's shoulder to the counter. Posturing, clacking and hopping in warning it tried to ward off the unwanted attention, the alien obviously no suitor.

If she wanted attention she'd get it, Izime obviously not wanting to engage with the pushy alien who couldn't take a no. Raising its wings Cradle leapt down wanting to threaten the larger purple alien directly in Izime's stead. Clacking its beak like a machine gun to scan her back, it was returning little beyond basic biometrics and the fluctuation in her own probing of Izime. Still Cradle cycled the scans as fast as it could, returning the same rudeness she was giving.

The two doing little more than silently screaming at each other but Cradle knew it was louder! Raising its head to give a might caw it Cradle was a bit surprised that it wasn't the thessian who'd move towards it. Instead rolling a bit and pulling gently with both talon and beak at the yellow sleeves that quickly plucked it from the counter.

"I'dshit'godfugindamnit Cradle." Izime quickly swatted at Cradle, purely out of survival instinct as the bird addressed the woman directly by their own name for her, "Don't call her that to her fucking face!"

Cradle dodging as it kept clacking at the thessian wanting to keep their contest going, anything to keep its grubby little powers off of Izime really. It'd even part with some of its hoard if the annoying woman would just leave so its bond could eat.

Psyis blinked for a moment as her mind started back up, needing to ask a question after hearing the man in yellows words. Recalling how she'd been similarly addressed last night and now hearing that it was possible a regular thing. It might be a bit of a personal thing, but she liked to keep track of all the little names that had sprung up around her, so it was best to clarify this one.

"I'm sorry..." Psyis turned to regard the two of them fully, taking a slow breath as she tried to calm her nerves. She'd need to add it to the list, so it was best to for it to come clean, "stupid what now?"

There had been a few names, all the way from Centropolis Alienating Alien to The Minds Angel which was a bit embarrassing. A few villains had some clever zingers, others just settled for blue whore or something similar like Crusher had. However, the look the bird had given her left no mistake, she had just been called Stupid Purple. Being insulted by a bird, was new. Sure, it was a weird odd looking metal digital-mechanized bird, but a bird had in fact just called her stupid and purple.

A whole new creature, a whole new insult, the thessian not sure if she was impressed. The particular level of irritation she was now feeling was new as well, red eyes blinking blankly as the things apology. Psyis quickly deciding the answer was yes, she was impressed, at its sheer gods-damned audacity.

"I'd like to apologize for my friends racist and or species'est tendencies which it certainly didn't get from me." Izime tried to keep his own cool as he felt the pissed radiating off the Centropolis celebrity, attempting a feeble apology at the rude nickname. Looking over at Cradle he tried to correct the wrong assumptions he'd given the raven, "Cradle Thessian's aren't just purple, they have a blue mottling that darkens with their sleep cycle or threat response, that's Miss Psyis."

"No Purple?" Cradle tilted its head at Izime, want to make sure it was insulting the alien the right way. Black head turning between the two as its brain worked away at the problem. It knew her name was Miss Psyis, it wasn't going to just call her that though as it'd already decided on a name for the alien.

"No purple." Izime confirmed, giving Cradle a little scratch before proudly smiling at Miss Psyis, only to nearly falling off his stool when Cradle proved it hadn't learned a thing. The bird cawing out loudly enough that it was painfully obvious its partner hadn't been the intended recipient of its words.

"Just stupid." Cradle nodded before turning to see if the alien was smart enough to realize it was still being insulted, she was. Cradle cawing again as Miss Psyis sent another wave of that soft power at Izime. A few of its own feathers rattling in warning as the female ran the risk of ruining its bonds meal. Something Izime desperately needed judging by Cradles own monitoring.

Psyis was ready to make her move to defend herself when the one in the yellow coat reached out. She wasn't sure how the mechanical bird's feathers had floated away, Psyis simply knew if they came at her she probably couldn't stop them easily. Watching as two very human looking hands carefully reached out and avoiding the edges and palmed the bird into his lap. Those blades rotating and floating harmlessly against his palms as he tried to coax the bird to calm.

"OK NO! Bad Cradle." Izime pulled the raven back, carefully cupping the loose feathered blades and putting the raven back in the spot that had earned its name. Pulling the bird in close he started gently rocking the dangerous bird against his chest, "come on now, we don't start fights."

"No pets!" Cradle tried to flap in protest as another ripple of psychic energy came their direction, instead finding its wings tucked back into the comfy confines of Izime's arms. Pouring its irritation into through to its bond instead as it looked up demanding an explanation on why he'd let himself be molested so.

She pets! she pets! she pets! She pets! she pets! she pets!

Sshhh...

Finally resorting to clacking back its own sensor laden blast as Izime was just going to unknowingly letting himself be preened. The psychics powers feeling much more personal that the electronics Cradle could use. Finally souring enough to bury its beak in protest as its bond just didn't understand. Quietly if irritably allowing Izime to rock it as Cradle knew it wasn't going to be allowed to intervene.

"Hey please stop," Izime pulled his coat between the two, at least wanting to stop Cradles visual instincts if it changed its mind. Finally turning to look at the voice he had recognized from tv broadcasts where she was detailing how many she'd saved or the depths of villainy the villain had tried to commit. "Both of you."

"What are you?" Psyis asked watching as the man looking thing was trying to calm the raven as if it was a real bird. Not even bothering to apologize for the second more focused sweep that had just blasted her in the face. Admonishing both of them as if they were both children who had started fussing for no reason.

"Hungry." Izime snarked on instinct, smiling as the stupid joke crossed his mind before shaking his head, the alien obviously wasn't going to share in his humor. Giving an actual answer with the utmost confidence, "I'm a human."

The alien watched the human expression, that very human smile falter under her gaze. The lines that were etched onto a face that couldn't be much older than her loosening as his face fell a bit. Did he really think some tired ass joke was going to get him out of this? Psyis growing a bit more irritated as this thing was obviously not treating her like the threat she deserved to be seen as.

"No, you're not." Psyis shook her head in denial. She knew humans, she could read humans, feel them with her powers. This thing was a blank, a gap in everything she recognized.

"Yes. I am." Izime rolled his eyes a bit insulted, sure there was some give and take there. To those that mattered though he was human enough, even aside from the few mushed bits that had been replaced or upgraded, "Even got the proper fear of mind reading aliens to prove it."

"I can't read your mind." Psyis pointed, accusing the man with the most damning evidence she had. If it was a human apparently wasn't half the psychic the entire world thought she was, that same belief working its way into her voice as she refuted him.

"And let's both be thankful for that," Izime gave a nod past the hand towards the purple and blue mottled chin that was poking out from under the hood "no one wants to hear this constant chatter trust me. Be glad I'm polite enough to shut that door."

"Loud." A croak came from behind the yellow coat, the raven unable to stop itself from contributing. The bond was amazing, but it'd taken them a bit to learn how to manage their shared communications. The times Cradle had been caught snacking and Izime known because of his own satisfying hunger, or the times Cradled been startled because of Izime's nightmares.

"Shush you." Izime poked at the one that was actually keeping his mental connections occupied, teal eyes gently gazing down at the two irritated lenses that looked back up at him.

The bond acting like two landlines connecting, confident in their ability to keep that connection from getting tapped. The psychic was unable to join and force a party call. The bond was surprisingly handy at times, but it wasn't foolproof. Izime still wanted to be safe and stuck to the no psychics rule, had stuck to it until two days ago.

Now look where that had gotten him, Izime already knew this wasn't going to end with just a simply talk in a noodle shop.

"Why can't I read your mind or sense you." Psyis narrowed her eyes as she tried to reason out just how this man could actually be a man and resist her. Even Zexxian's like Radiation Man had to struggle to keep her at bay. Here this thing was stopping her as casually as he was sitting there, just effortlessly halting her best attempts.

Izime leaned back a bit at the idea that the woman was just allowed to know him, or anyone just because she felt like it. Looking at the woman in her gray hoodie now feeling a bit irate himself. That was a place he'd been, and it wasn't right. That wasn't what heroes did, Miss Psyis obviously felt like she could just invade his privacy because she felt like it. You need a reason a damned good one to begin the process of accusing people of thought crimes or even looking for them, one he'd had that certainly didn't exist here.

"Miss Psyis I don't want to sound rude but what right do you have to invite yourself into my mind of all places, or to track me, or even legally search me?" Izime shook his head trying to at least be professional with the hero that stood solidly on on side of his gray code, "I'm going to have to agree with Cradle on this if you are doing any of these, stop. I'm absolutely not involving myself with a psychic let alone you just because you're out looking for a fight."

"Aside from last night?" Psyis pulled her hood back her white hair spilling out as she wanted him to look at the person he had interfered with the night before.

Psyis unsure if she'd wanted him to feel guilty for interrupting her fight or stopping the villains, just knowing he'd need to see her face to understand just how upset she was about the whole thing in general. Fine she was looking for a fight, but if it hadn't done things she'd never known to look for it at all! So, this was its fault!

"That was... business." Izime tried to ignore the accusatory glare that was coming those red eyes, lips pulling tight as the alien knew she had a point. He had interfered which was just another broken rule, it wasn't like he'd been asking for this but there was a reason he'd had those rules in the first place.

Izime looking past her a ways, a bit uncomfortable already being hit with such facts let alone directly looking at her while being so accused. Not that she was ugly, it was just a bit embarrassing to be caught so easily. The oddly off-human bone structure gave her a very elegant face, maybe a bit gaunt but hey so was he. It was just a natural level of uncomfortable that came from dealing with a literal mind reader that had caught you with your hand in the cookie jar.

So what, he hadn't wanted people to get hurt and that inherently meant she couldn't get hurt those couple times that was all. He'd solved two problems at most for Voltham, there was no need to take it so personally. Still judging by her reaction his arrival, just as he figured, hadn't been taken well. Izime regretting ever so slightly not sticking to his rules.

Noodles please! Izime sent a silent prayer skyward that the cook hurried. Though it was obvious from the man's shaking hands he was working as fast as his own fear allowed. Understandable of course seeing as the actual from Centropolis Miss Psyis was here and seemed to be pissed at one of his customers. Izime could sympathize with the insurance claim the man was likely imagining at this moment.

"So, you'll do business with around psychic, eat with one around," Psyis tilted her head, asking for an explanation and a name. Giving a look towards the same cook that had the mans attention, "but not have a chat with one? Make it make sense Mr?"

The silence stretched on while the smell of chilies and beef filled the room. The chair under the psychic creaking as the answers obviously weren't coming.

"I'm obviously Miss Psyis and you are?" Psyis felt her brows nearly touching as this absolute nothing just glanced at her and went back to waiting without a word, stone walling every attempt she made to be at least conversational. Even Stellar the Devourer had a bit of gods be damned respect and faced her directly.

Yet here mister... mister... Maybe she should just resort to physically strangling the damned thing, Psyis struggled to manage her indignation at being ignored.

Psychic abilities and pride be damned! Psyis cursed in her mind, thessian emotions translated to physical strength and this stain was about to find out just how upset she could get. Her mood snapping for a second, a thin leg kicking at the stool under her, imagining the metal bar as the man's head. A sudden snap and crackle coming from the side of the counter that didn't have the wok.

"I uh, don't do the whole naming thing," Izime rolled his eyes as the woman actually stomped her foot, the rest under her stool creaking in protest before it sheered away. Izime eyeing the cracked tiles that formed under the chair warily, "and my business wasn't with you, but you are welcome for the Crusher disposal."

"I... I-I'm welcome?" Psyis actually felt her brain lock up at the very idea, gesturing at the man's wild getup accusingly. He had disposed of crusher for her, did he expect her to fall at his feet? "Well, thaaank you Mr. nobody!"

Turning as she tried to keep her cool, breathing heavily as she looked at the most irritating person she'd met today. This jerk was a thousand times worse than Steven when it came to ego! OK she'd made a few assumptions but what else could she do when both then and especially now the idiot refused to spare her a single minute.

Stupid brown hair and stupid coat and that absolutely idiotic notion that she'd needed any help at all. It's pet had insulted her, he'd had refused to be any sort of human or even acknowledge her. Couldn't even manage something as simple as talking while being a shred of decent and still had the audacity to claim he'd helped her?! Mouth opening and closing, just as undecided as the thessian's colors as she rotated through her two shades absolutely enraged.

Thoughts of Dark Nights warnings forgotten and her own thessian instincts buried under the desire to kick this pricks ego down a notch. She knew what he was under that void, an asshole!