Ezri, Ezri, Ezri, dear little thing. The strange fondness he had for certain members of those primitive species was probably uncomprehended by the other Q, but what would be the fun in explaining?

"Why wouldn’t I make you say it? Isn’t it the interesting point? To make the other admit?" He grinned, smug, at her as he crossed his arms against his chest. "And the fact I don’t need to sit or to eat is quite the bummer in your rhetorical plans. Also feelings? Who speaks of feelings. You have so much yet to learn and I doubt you’ll ever be able to learn it all." He shrugged, familiar notion his body used to adapt humans or humanoid beings to his presence. The stance, the eyes, everything was as fake as a Q was the Borg. But he couldn’t really come to any other creatures in his real form.

Unless he wished to kill her. Which he did not.

[ The fact YOU are still following me though. You’re awesome. You kept me going and to see you are still there is wonderful. You encouraged me a lot and hello back dear. Thank you. ]

rxgeandserenity:

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"— Of course you are. So. This, being wiped out of existence business —?"

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"Oh that? It’s child’s play."

The world around them ceased, both of them the only remaining beings, hovering above what had been once an inhabited planet, any spark of life wiped out of its surface, any minds gone from any telepathic reach. They lingered like this for a moment before the scenery surrounding them before reappeared, life going on as if nothing had happened.

"A simple look of what awaits humanity if it was to fail the test. Do you believe me now?"

He looked probably far more amused than he should.

[ Someone really need to learn how to sarcasm. Q. You can’t throw a mini Borg vessel at someone who’s only human omg. I would have said someone lock him up but….. he’s Q. So unless you’re the Continuum well… good luck. ]

Anonymous: ♒ Omnipotentandimportant

magnetisedcatharsis:

magnetisedcatharsis:

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!  :: — 33. 

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She’s not normally this exasperated.
Usually she’s civil and perhaps a little
more tolerant, but today Magda’s simply
not in the mood. Instead she’s close to
picking a fight, her expression flat as she
stares pointedly at the man in question.

“Do I look like an idiot?”

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She should’ve stayed at home. It would’ve
been less of a headache than this at least.
The concept of the strange and unusual isn’t
entirely beyond Magda, but this is just bonkers
in every sense of the word. You’d think a species
that was allegedly more evolved than mankind would
at least exercise some degree of courtesy.

“And what’s the defining characteristic of yours then?
Rudeness and the absence of tact? Or better yet, how
do you define idiocy to begin with? Since that should have
some bearing on how liberally you tar my species.”

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"Omnipotence."

His answer was tranquil, calmer. Like a slow
surreal fact, because the creature - he was no
man - that stood in front of her was nor from
her time, nor from her planet. He gazed upon
the primitive form he could squash without
efforts, without any gestures. Nothingness.
Void. They were but insects, but then, every
species in this universe were for the Q. His
features changed and lightened as the he
left the seriousness aside.

"Quite simple really. Everything under the Q’s
own intelligence is considered primitive. So
no need to act so complexed and offended,
the whole universe is included. I am Q, judge
of this specie and rather amused by you and
your story.”

A man once taught him not to judge one
human from the acts of a whole and this one,
this particular one was apart from the rest. A
spark of hope in the devastation that was this
pathetic species.

Anonymous: ♒ Omnipotentandimportant

magnetisedcatharsis:

magnetisedcatharsis:

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!  :: — 33. 

image

She’s not normally this exasperated.
Usually she’s civil and perhaps a little
more tolerant, but today Magda’s simply
not in the mood. Instead she’s close to
picking a fight, her expression flat as she
stares pointedly at the man in question.

“Do I look like an idiot?”

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To be honest she’d walked into that one hadn’t she?
Rhetorical questions were really only ever much use
if you weren’t talking to a complete and utter jackass.
Staring him down with an expression of indignant
frustration, Magda rolled her eyes, jaw setting firm
as she reigned in the desire to hit him with something
heavy and replied as civilly as she could allow.

“Well, I’m not.”

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"Actually, you are."

He looked at her, unimpressed, unshaken
by what could be described as exasperated
irritation directed towards him. He had known
one man, one who would have been able to
humble him, to make him wonder, doubt, but
this man was dead and he was once again
stuck in judging humanity. But not his own.
They had chased him from Picard’s reality
when the man had died because they knew
he would fuck something over. Well… who
said he couldn’t do it here?

"But if it can be gentler, you all are. It’s not
something special, it’s a characteristic of
this species.”

rxgeandserenity:

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"— Been there, done that. Are you always such a downer, or am I a special case?”

"I know, that’s why I was sent here before you finally got a bit more control over your hormones. And people usually say I have the most charming attitude, you’re probably just picky. Be glad I was the Q sent to judge you. I’m the soft one."

Anonymous: ♒ Omnipotentandimportant

magnetisedcatharsis:

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!  :: — 33. 

image

She’s not normally this exasperated.
Usually she’s civil and perhaps a little
more tolerant, but today Magda’s simply
not in the mood. Instead she’s close to
picking a fight, her expression flat as she
stares pointedly at the man in question.

“Do I look like an idiot?”

He always wondered what it was with humans
and there sense of dramatizing simple thing. He
watched as her features faltered and became
less expressive than they were before chuckling.

"In all honesty? Yes."

heartoftorchwood: [curls up to q unannounced.] hi there.

"You’re lucky we fought together, Gwen or this would have gone less smoothly…"