Mike's eyes glazed over when the guy spoke to him and said that he could call him Agrippa and that they could be friends in the future. Suddenly, being friends with Mr. Creepy didn't seem like such a bad idea. In fact, it sounded awesome. Why weren't they friends? In fact, he should ask...
"Really, Aaron, cuz last I checked, that was your name," Grims spat at 'Agrippa'. Mike frowned, momentarily displeased that Grims would speak like that to somebody who would be such a good friend. He finally seemed to snap out of it when Grims took hold of his arm and dragged him outside. He allowed it, just a little bit confused. Obviously, something happened to him when Agrippa spoke, and it was starting to get onto his nerves.
"Oh, and this one's mine already, pretty boy. Nobody likes a loose man." Mike raised his eyebrows but said nothing. So, this would be... Protective and possessive and territorial, or Agrippa really got on his nerves and he was just metaphorically giving the guy the finger.
Grims evidently felt the need to explain himself once they were out of earshot and Mike listened. It wasn't like he had anything else to do. After he was done apologising, which Mike accepted with a shrug and reassuring grin, he caught sight of Tony and one of the girls and called to them.
"C'mon! We're getting out of here! Follow us if you don't feel like becoming the next victims of whoever killed the officer's Mightyena." Oh yeah, Mike realised, somebody had murdered the Pokemon. Gruesomely. He tasted the bile in his mouth; residue from his earlier vomiting session and wondered if Grims had any breath mints. "We're going to my place. If you have any fast Pokemon, us 'em."
A moment later, he was tossed onto a faux Arcanine with an "Oomph". He didn't mind much - the Arcanine was soft and very warm. He gave the Pokemon a friendly pat and another one of his patented grins as Grims pulled himself on behind him. Obviously the other man was very worried about Agrippa (who could be his fri - shut up) for one reason or another. Instead of paying any attention to Tony or his conversation with Grims, he closed his eyes. At first, he saw nothing but the grey clouds, so he concentrated just a little bit harder.
There. Agrippa (who would honestly make a really good friend if he just -shut up) stood there for a second, face emotionless before moved after them and summoned a weird, new Pokemon. Mike assumed that Agrippa commanded it to do something since he saw his mouth move, but...
Something grabbed him roughly and shook him out of his trance-like state, his eyes snapping open. Once again, his actual vision overlapped his 'psychic' vision, sending a sharp bolt of pain through his head.
"You're a real lifesaver, Mark," said Tony with a pat on his back. This didn't help with his headache at all. "Just don't try your gay crap on me." Mike had to grin at how completely wrong Tony had it, but was all set to let the comment go; he was used to the kind of people who had mild homophobia. Either they dealt with it, or they didn't. The fact that Tony didn't mind touching him was already an extremely positive sign. Most guys avoided contact with him in case skin made him go crazy with lust and try to attack them.
Grims obviously didn't see it that way. Mike admired the speech he gave about bi-physicality (and he learned something new about him, too - always a bonus) and his own preferences.
"Bi-physical. Got it," said Tony, on this side of sarcastic.
Talk turned to their powers, which reminded Mike both of the bad taste in his mouth and the dulling pain in his head.
"Speaking of which," said Toby, turning to Mike, "if I can do air stuff and Grims here can do fire stuff, what can you do?"
"Me?" he said amusedly - now that he thought about it, nobody else actually knew about his power. "I can see things when I close my eyes and stop moving. Like... I could totally see in the community centre right now." He closed his eyes just as Agrippa arrived.
This time, his vision wasn't aimless. He was looking at the filthy men's bathroom again, but something was tugging at him to go out and down into the storage room. In the background, he could hear the buzz of Agrippa's voice. His vision blurred, and for a moment, all he saw was a pile of boxes. He turned around - mentally, because his physical body was sitting on a transformed Pokemon - and saw the back of the probationary officer.
He shifted his vision, misjudging it slightly so that he wound up looking right into her eyes. They were horribly bloodshot, her iris a deep blood red and the veins around her eyes throbbing. He drew back in shock and watched as she lifted an axe above her head and drove it back into the neck of the dead Raichu under her right foot. As though she could sense his disembodied eyes on her, she looked up and sniffed before heading to the door in slow but steady steps.
He couldn't help it; he jolted forward, knocking against Grims as he came back to himself. Even before he felt the blinding pain in his head, he leaned over to the side and gagged, throwing up a small bit of bile. All he'd had that day was breakfast, and he'd already vomited once. When he was done, he sat up gasping. He ignored whatever it was they were doing in favour of getting the words out.
"The - the probationary officer... She - inside, she was - her Raichu! It... I - she killed it! She f*cking killed her Raichu!" he babbled, his already raw voice cracking in his distress. "And her bloody eyes! We gotta get outta here! She's coming up!"
