thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

Cerebrum gave a small yawn as he sat on the roof of his base, not quite thinking of anything in particular. He was simply enjoying the Late afternoon breeze that sent his hair skittering across his mask which he’d still not removed, reaching into the minds of those that passed below him in ignorance; they spoke on cellphones and scolded their children for spilling icecream on themselves, and he was at peace.
With a soft sigh he allowed his eyes to close, not that it mattered, but it felt nice to keep them shut. It was a good way to end a rather taxing day.

Cailean grinned, spotting the light strawberry blonde hair of his ‘villain.’ He’d been hoping to catch him; it’d been almost two weeks since he’d seen the young man - if you didn’t count the five minutes that morning where he’d demanded that his city was brought back from “Wherever the hell you’ve put it, or I’ll quit!” 

Carefully, he set down on the roof beside the villain. Brushing his own hair out of his eyes, he gave a small smile. “Thank you.” 

Cerebrum jumped slightly, legitimately startled, having been too busy focusing his attention on those in the square below that he’d forgotten to keep his mind alert for someone who might approach him. He allowed his powers to reach then spread into the others’ mind, more comfortable now that he had someone sitting near him, turning to look at the others’ general direction before shrugging.”

“It was no big deal… it was never truly gone after all.” He admitted, returning the smile only because he was sure it wouldn’t be seen.

Cerebrum gave a small yawn as he sat on the roof of his base, not quite thinking of anything in particular. He was simply enjoying the Late afternoon breeze that sent his hair skittering across his mask which he’d still not removed, reaching into the minds of those that passed below him in ignorance; they spoke on cellphones and scolded their children for spilling icecream on themselves, and he was at peace.
With a soft sigh he allowed his eyes to close, not that it mattered, but it felt nice to keep them shut. It was a good way to end a rather taxing day.

thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

“Do you really think this butt could belong to someone over the age of Thirty?” Cerebrum teased, shaking said body part for emphasis. “Though I could make you see me as something different if old is what you’re into?” He smirked as he reached over to lightly prod the others’ cheek, humming thoughtfully. “Though I often find myself forgetting how young you are- You’ll pass out if you turn any redder, you know.” He tapped his nose, murmuring. “Believe it or not, I have a life outside of these walls and this mask. I wear it for the sake of those I care for- For my mother and my dog, because they would be affected by my actions, I wear the mask. Simple.”

Cerebrum promptly gagged, “I would not- You’re disgusting!” He pouted a little at the other. “Though that IS probably true, I’ve never tried it.” He laughed, “The fun, My dear, Lies in making someone question their very identity- Wonder if they’re really them and watch their sanity fall apart at the seams…. But I do suppose you are more fascinating than any illusion I could cook up.” He laughed, shrugging. “You’re not afraid of me- You’re more frightened of what I can do, correct?”

Cerebrum winced then scowled at him, “You play surprisingly dirty for a man who’s supposed to be the good guy. Fortunately for me- I suppose I won’t be needing them any more.” With that, his fingers trailed over the machine, already feeling his vision fade in and out of existence as his hand found a green knob which would send the freeze ray into gear.

Cailean pushed past his embarrassment, cheeks burning as he stared at Cerebrum’s arse. “Thirty seven… I think.” He pretended to be genuinely interested in the shape, or the way the fabric smoothed over the older boy/man’s rump. He tried not to think at all about how… attractive… it was. For an arse, that was. “I am /not/ into old!! And I expect you to show you me an unedited face. Pimples or eye bags and all.” Slowly turning redder he glared at his villain. “I’m seventeen! That’s not young.. I’m close to leaving school, I’ll have you know!” He huffed, “You have a dog? Animals like you? 

The young North Irishman grinned, imagining Cerebrum kissing him - trying to make the image as specific as possible to gross the older of the two out even more. “I’m not disgusting. If I’m really what your mind has imagined up, then you are the disgusting one.” Pursing his lips, he added “What if you’re the crazy one. And all of this is just an illusion. I’m just a figment of your imagination that you’ve created to keep from being lonely…. Though, like I said, I don’t think you could come up with someone as amazing as me.” He winked. “I’m frightened for the people that you get wrapped up into this… I’m n-not afraid for me.”

 Cailean winked, “Maybe I’m just a dirty boy. All’s far in love and war, didn’t you know?” He wrinkled his nose, feeling a sneeze coming on. Tilting his head up to look at the sun he sneezed, stumbling back into Cerebrum and the machine. 

Cerebrum snorted quietly, ceasing the movement when he noted that his intentions were a success chuckling lightly. “If I were in shape maybe, which I’m not.” The Telepath blinked before bursting into laughter, tilting his head as if curious. “Completely unedited?” He mused for a moment, going over the pros and cons in his head before shrugging. “Fine, but you are not allowed to mock me, alright? And on the topic of old- I think you just indirectly broke the heart of every elderly woman in the city.” The villain chortled, less mocking than slightly fond. “Oh yes, How very adult- I do apologize, from the bottom of my heart.” Cerebrum smiles, the expression hidden by the mask. “Perhaps only her- Jinx is the closest thing I have to a friend in this world, I believe.”

Cerebrum gave another exaggerated gag, swatting at him. “Are you having fun abusing my brain then?!” He most certainly did not pout, and least of all was his face maybe a little bit warmer than it had been a minute ago. “And be quiet- How did we even get to this topic?” Blinking, the Telepath actually paused to mull it over. “That might be just as true as anything else. I am already rather mad so perhaps I’m so totally bonkers that even my hallucinations are making me insane.” he laughed, “True, though, just the same- I am not nearly so creative.” Cerebrum smiled a little, “That selfless attitude may just get you killed someday, Dear.”

“I wasn’t aware this had anything to do with lo-” He cut himself off mid-sentence when his vision returned just in time to avoid being squished under the Superhero, colliding with the machine, and for a brief moment, he had a small hope that perhaps the machine and the five months of work that had gone into it had escaped unharmed.

His hopes were quickly shattered when the thing collapsed into a large pile of dented metal and glass shards. 

thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

He laughed as his embarrassment, keeping the sultry voice. “I think it adds to the intrigue, don’t you think? I could be anything under here. Maybe if you take me on a date, I’d take it off.” He purred then laughed, dropping the tone and returning his gaze to the screen, running his fingers over the buttons, not pressing, just feeling the small bumps indicating which was which. “You know it’s not fear that keeps this mask on, Love, So let’s leave it at that.”

“Maybe I am right now- Maybe you’re sitting in my basement tied to a chair, where you have been for months, and all of this is a mental projection I’m feeding you. Maybe you’re not even you, but someone else entirely and all of this is something I made up on a whim. It could be, you know.” He smiled easily, reaching over to ruffle his hair gently. “You’re only just realizing that you should be afraid? You’re just hell-bent on harming my pride as an antagonist, aren’t you?”

Cerebrum rolled his eyes. “If you turned that up REALLY high, It would make the machine louder. Because that is the volume knob.” He flicked his forehead. “I should really teach you about the finer points of my machines, because this is just getting silly.”

“As long as your face fits the young body and the light hair on your head I think I will be pleased. If it’s my grandmother’s face under there I’m moving countries. You have to have an attractive villain, it’s a rule.” His face burned harder, and Cailean wondered if it was possible for his face to feel any redder. “What keeps the mask on then? You seem to be afraid of the consequences, I think.” 

Cailean was silent for a moment. “If you’ve got me tied to a chair the illusion would fade ‘cause every time you did dirty things to me - which we both know you would - it would disappear. I’m sure not even you could hold up tampering whilst climaxing. And where’s the fun in making all this up? Real life is much more fun ‘cause I’m more unexpected.” He made a face at the ruffle, rolling his eyes. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m here, aren’t I?”

Grinning, the young North Irishman flicked the switch up, grinning at the sound. “It’s harder to think when noises are loud… especially when they are monotone like this. Lucky you’ve got your own eyes, ‘cause soon it will be harder to get into the minds of those around you… … hopefully…” He smiled. “Do teach me~!” 

“Do you really think this butt could belong to someone over the age of Thirty?” Cerebrum teased, shaking said body part for emphasis. “Though I could make you see me as something different if old is what you’re into?” He smirked as he reached over to lightly prod the others’ cheek, humming thoughtfully. “Though I often find myself forgetting how young you are- You’ll pass out if you turn any redder, you know.” He tapped his nose, murmuring. “Believe it or not, I have a life outside of these walls and this mask. I wear it for the sake of those I care for- For my mother and my dog, because they would be affected by my actions, I wear the mask. Simple.”

Cerebrum promptly gagged, “I would not- You’re disgusting!” He pouted a little at the other. “Though that IS probably true, I’ve never tried it.” He laughed, “The fun, My dear, Lies in making someone question their very identity- Wonder if they’re really them and watch their sanity fall apart at the seams…. But I do suppose you are more fascinating than any illusion I could cook up.” He laughed, shrugging. “You’re not afraid of me- You’re more frightened of what I can do, correct?”

Cerebrum winced then scowled at him, “You play surprisingly dirty for a man who’s supposed to be the good guy. Fortunately for me- I suppose I won’t be needing them any more.” With that, his fingers trailed over the machine, already feeling his vision fade in and out of existence as his hand found a green knob which would send the freeze ray into gear.

thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

Cerebrum only laughed in response, shaking his head. “Are you implying that I’d let you in the middle of a Scheme, and before I’ve been courted properly? Darling, I’m insulted. I demand at least one date before you even get to see me with my boots off.” He chimed quietly, making his voice mock-sultry towards the end, smirking a little, returning the teasing.

The shorter sighed quietly. “Calm your mind, I was only doing it because you sent it to me first, Even I have some form of integrity…. Plus you can’t deny that woman was rather attractive.”

“I don’t know.” Came the slow reply, voice seemingly cautious. “It seems like a bad idea to let you leave with two of my weaknesses in your mind…” Cerebrum paused mid-sentence to laugh, scooting over to actually allow him a look- Knowing fully well he wouldn’t be able to understand them, nor manually change where it was targeted. “I don’t understand why you even still wear it- Everyone knows who you are.”

Cailean’s cheeks burned when Cerebrum countered his banter, shivering very slightly at the mock-sultry tone at the end. He wondered, briefly, if his face was as red as his hair. He certainly hoped not. Not that his body would really be betraying anything that the villain did not know. “I’d take you on a date but your too scared to show me what your face looks like under that mask…I can hardly date someone I’ve never seen.”

“You’re my enemy, aren’t you? Isn’t it like your job to try and control my mind properly?” He suggested that only because he knew after a year or so of working with the guy, that he would not try. He didn’t work that way. “And she wasn’t attractive. If that’s what you are in to I’m terrified for the elderly citizens.” 

“You’re doomed!” Cailean laughed once more, turning to look at the board. The buttons and numbers over whelmed his mind and he gave up trying to understand and focused on feeling. Hovering his hand over a small dark red dial he smiled. “If I turn this up reaaaaaal high, will you faint?”

He laughed as his embarrassment, keeping the sultry voice. “I think it adds to the intrigue, don’t you think? I could be anything under here. Maybe if you take me on a date, I’d take it off.” He purred then laughed, dropping the tone and returning his gaze to the screen, running his fingers over the buttons, not pressing, just feeling the small bumps indicating which was which. “You know it’s not fear that keeps this mask on, Love, So let’s leave it at that.”

“Maybe I am right now- Maybe you’re sitting in my basement tied to a chair, where you have been for months, and all of this is a mental projection I’m feeding you. Maybe you’re not even you, but someone else entirely and all of this is something I made up on a whim. It could be, you know.” He smiled easily, reaching over to ruffle his hair gently. “You’re only just realizing that you should be afraid? You’re just hell-bent on harming my pride as an antagonist, aren’t you?”

Cerebrum rolled his eyes. “If you turned that up REALLY high, It would make the machine louder. Because that is the volume knob.” He flicked his forehead. “I should really teach you about the finer points of my machines, because this is just getting silly.”

thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

The be-masked man gagged slightly, giving a small snort as he images poured into his head. “Enjoying seeing me in a dress?” As he said this he smirked, reaching into the others’ mind, very intently changing what would’ve been his visage into that of an elderly woman.  “Very creative though, I must say- I enjoyed how muscular you made me.”

“Indubitably so.” Cerebrum chuckled, his voice light and about as playful as it could get. “I most likely shouldn’t be telling you this, as it is one of my greatest weaknesses… It’s right up there with Polkadots and Neon Orange.”

“It would depend on how stupid you were about it.” Came the blunt reply, “If you hit it wrong, everyone in a fifty-mile radius is frozen to death. Rather ingenious, since it will probably make you a little more careful don’t you think? I tested it on mice with marvelous results.” A few more buttons pushed. “If you must fail, as the saying goes, Fail spectacularly!”

“I’d prefer to see you out of it…” Cailean remarked, sending a sly wink at Cerebrum. He was of course /joking/, there was no way he could ever fall for his super villain. He was pretty sure that that broke every rule in the super hero rule book… If there was such a book. If not, he would have to make one.

Rule One: Do not fall for your super villain (or imagine them naked).

He pulled a face when the image in mind was tampered with. Less because the elderly woman made him want to gag and more because his mind was being altered and there was nothing he could do about it. The helplessness scared him, so he pushed off of the machine, landing softly beside the shorter villain.

“Pokedots and neon orange hey? Remind me… or at least don’t delete it out of my mind - and I’ll edit my super suit when I get home…” Cailean trailed off, reaching into his back pocket. “I knew I was missing something” he mumbled, pulling on the mask that was supposed to hide his identity. He seemed to forget it more and more these days, where as he’d never seen his ‘counterpart’ without it.

“Now that I have this… the day can be saved~” Cailean grinned, moving to examine the buttons. 

Cerebrum only laughed in response, shaking his head. “Are you implying that I’d let you in the middle of a Scheme, and before I’ve been courted properly? Darling, I’m insulted. I demand at least one date before you even get to see me with my boots off.” He chimed quietly, making his voice mock-sultry towards the end, smirking a little, returning the teasing.

The shorter sighed quietly. “Calm your mind, I was only doing it because you sent it to me first, Even I have some form of integrity…. Plus you can’t deny that woman was rather attractive.”

“I don’t know.” Came the slow reply, voice seemingly cautious. “It seems like a bad idea to let you leave with two of my weaknesses in your mind…” Cerebrum paused mid-sentence to laugh, scooting over to actually allow him a look- Knowing fully well he wouldn’t be able to understand them, nor manually change where it was targeted. “I don’t understand why you even still wear it- Everyone knows who you are.”

thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

“I’m always in your head, boy, I know better than to leave things to chance.” He muttered, catching a bit of the train of thought before it switched to the next topic.  “And, while I’d usually comply immediately…” The shorter of the two pulled back from the machine to look up at the ‘Hero’ with a small smile. “I’m afraid this little experiment is highly dangerous and intricate, so I require all the eyes and brains I can have.” He said simply, reaching his own mind to shift through the others’, pursing his lips then smiling. “Also, I wouldn’t recommend touching it too much while you’re destroying it- Frostbite is a terrible thing, and punching things with four or three fingers won’t be nearly as gratifying.”

Cailean grinned, picturing what Cerebrum would look like in woman’s clothing, making sure the outfit in his mind was as skanky as possible. “Enjoying your stay?” He laughed, hoping that the scarring images he was pushing to the front of his mind distracted from the thoughts and memories he was trying to hide.

“So if I tell them to close their eyes and think about you naked or whatever… you’ll be screwed? I mean ‘cause your own eyes certainly are not nearly enough..” The sarcasm practically dripped off of his words. Cerebrum had this strange obsession with multiple points of view - always using his hostages’s eyes. That was something Cailean never understood - why go to the trouble when your own eyes would do. 

“I’m not scared of Frostbite. Besides, how long will the cold last if the machine is in pieces…?” He was stalling, asking questions to try and understand what it was Cerebrum was up to. 

The be-masked man gagged slightly, giving a small snort as he images poured into his head. “Enjoying seeing me in a dress?” As he said this he smirked, reaching into the others’ mind, very intently changing what would’ve been his visage into that of an elderly woman.  “Very creative though, I must say- I enjoyed how muscular you made me.”

“Indubitably so.” Cerebrum chuckled, his voice light and about as playful as it could get. “I most likely shouldn’t be telling you this, as it is one of my greatest weaknesses… It’s right up there with Polkadots and Neon Orange.”

“It would depend on how stupid you were about it.” Came the blunt reply, “If you hit it wrong, everyone in a fifty-mile radius is frozen to death. Rather ingenious, since it will probably make you a little more careful don’t you think? I tested it on mice with marvelous results.” A few more buttons pushed. “If you must fail, as the saying goes, Fail spectacularly!”

thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

“Obviously.” Came the dry reply, punctuating the ‘obvious’ as he rolled his eyes, unseen from behind the mask as he continued his actions, closing his eyes fro a brief moment, reaching into the mind of one of his hostages that WEREN’T crying or peeing themselves to see that all way going to plan before giving a small smirk. “You know, I’d assume that we’d be close enough by now for you to know that that question is rather pointless.” Cerebrum purred before pressing one last button, grinning to himself when the beam set off. “Also- Don’t show off.” He added, making his voice louder to be heard above the sound of the machine. “It’s unattractive.”

Cailean seated himself on top of the machine, pretending that he was actually paying attention to what Cerebrum was doing. He knew that if it came down to it he could force Cerebrum to remember it. Besides, the Telepath was most likely inside his head at the moment, and if he started paying attention the older of the two would take it as fear and decide that he has won.

“Let them go, and I’ll stop with the showing off. Then you can explain what you are doing before I destroy this… interesting.. contraption.” 

“I’m always in your head, boy, I know better than to leave things to chance.” He muttered, catching a bit of the train of thought before it switched to the next topic.  “And, while I’d usually comply immediately…” The shorter of the two pulled back from the machine to look up at the ‘Hero’ with a small smile. “I’m afraid this little experiment is highly dangerous and intricate, so I require all the eyes and brains I can have.” He said simply, reaching his own mind to shift through the others’, pursing his lips then smiling. “Also, I wouldn’t recommend touching it too much while you’re destroying it- Frostbite is a terrible thing, and punching things with four or three fingers won’t be nearly as gratifying.”

thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

It had been a rather Good day thus far, Cerebrum had decided to himself as he strolled around his headquarters, pointedly ignoring the muffled protests of his Hostages. He’d managed to not only successfully rob a high-security bank and kidnap the employees, but also finish his newest experiment: A large ray designed to Freeze everything in a fifty mile radius. He had not included a self-destruct button nor was it controlled by remote. He was a genius, After all, and wouldn’t fall prey to the Stereotypes many others of his position had fallen victim to.
At age, Twenty, Cerebrum was by far the most Prominent supervillain in at least five years, a title which he openly expressed pride.

The Telepath then huffed; Everything had been going according to plan, he knew for a fact that everyone for the next few cities had heard of his actions, judging by the amount of police officers he could feel crowding his building.

And yet, as always, HE was late.

Cailean’s name for this week was The Bird. Capital T, capital B. He liked it.. short but sweet. It covered his powers pretty well… except for the strength, but he was hoping that maybe that would make his super strength super secret. The Bird… the name made him feel kinda sleek. Like he was a real superhero. He was..  a real superhero. He had a super villain and everything - Cerebrum. But this made him feel comic-book real. The feeling the seventeen year old North Irish boy had been searching for ever since he’d found out about these powers.

He landed on the roof of Cerebrum’s headquarters, ducking under the partly destroyed electric fence the Telepath had once put up to stop him. Swinging the door open he flew down the stairs and through the side entrance, skidding to a stop. With an extra-cheesy grin on his lips he threw his hands into the air. 

“IT IS I! THE BIRD! COME TO SAVE THE DAY!” 

Cerebrum gave a soft sigh of both exasperation and relief when he felt the familiar presence of ‘His Superhero’ enter his range, turning on the spot to where the door slammed open, absolutely not sulking as he crossed his arms.

“And about time too.” He said, voice quiet and low as always, a slight hint of an accent lacing his tone. “I thought you’d never let me start- Do us both a favour and get a watch would you?” He hissed before strolling -Rather dramatically- to his machine, not bothering to bind up the other as he’d already learnt that it was kind of a moot thing, proceeding to press a few buttons to activate the freeze ray.

“Miss me that much, did you?”

Cailean pushed off of the ground, laying back in the air as he floated over to Cerebrum “Peter Pan” style. Peter Pan had always been his hero. When he ‘discovered’ his powers he was ecstatic; now he had the red hair /and/ the flight of Peter. He watched what the older ‘boy’ was up to, watching the buttons being pushed with mild interest. 

“Are you pushing buttons to push buttons, or is there a method to your madness?” 

“Obviously.” Came the dry reply, punctuating the ‘obvious’ as he rolled his eyes, unseen from behind the mask as he continued his actions, closing his eyes fro a brief moment, reaching into the mind of one of his hostages that WEREN’T crying or peeing themselves to see that all way going to plan before giving a small smirk. “You know, I’d assume that we’d be close enough by now for you to know that that question is rather pointless.” Cerebrum purred before pressing one last button, grinning to himself when the beam set off. “Also- Don’t show off.” He added, making his voice louder to be heard above the sound of the machine. “It’s unattractive.”

thinkcaithink:

thatoneguywiththebooks:

It had been a rather Good day thus far, Cerebrum had decided to himself as he strolled around his headquarters, pointedly ignoring the muffled protests of his Hostages. He’d managed to not only successfully rob a high-security bank and kidnap the employees, but also finish his newest experiment: A large ray designed to Freeze everything in a fifty mile radius. He had not included a self-destruct button nor was it controlled by remote. He was a genius, After all, and wouldn’t fall prey to the Stereotypes many others of his position had fallen victim to.
At age, Twenty, Cerebrum was by far the most Prominent supervillain in at least five years, a title which he openly expressed pride.

The Telepath then huffed; Everything had been going according to plan, he knew for a fact that everyone for the next few cities had heard of his actions, judging by the amount of police officers he could feel crowding his building.

And yet, as always, HE was late.

Cailean’s name for this week was The Bird. Capital T, capital B. He liked it.. short but sweet. It covered his powers pretty well… except for the strength, but he was hoping that maybe that would make his super strength super secret. The Bird… the name made him feel kinda sleek. Like he was a real superhero. He was..  a real superhero. He had a super villain and everything - Cerebrum. But this made him feel comic-book real. The feeling the seventeen year old North Irish boy had been searching for ever since he’d found out about these powers.

He landed on the roof of Cerebrum’s headquarters, ducking under the partly destroyed electric fence the Telepath had once put up to stop him. Swinging the door open he flew down the stairs and through the side entrance, skidding to a stop. With an extra-cheesy grin on his lips he threw his hands into the air. 

“IT IS I! THE BIRD! COME TO SAVE THE DAY!” 

Cerebrum gave a soft sigh of both exasperation and relief when he felt the familiar presence of ‘His Superhero’ enter his range, turning on the spot to where the door slammed open, absolutely not sulking as he crossed his arms.

“And about time too.” He said, voice quiet and low as always, a slight hint of an accent lacing his tone. “I thought you’d never let me start- Do us both a favour and get a watch would you?” He hissed before strolling -Rather dramatically- to his machine, not bothering to bind up the other as he’d already learnt that it was kind of a moot thing, proceeding to press a few buttons to activate the freeze ray.