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!”