8th Fight

[soulless_soldier]

Barton has found a letter addressed to her in the mail box. She's suspicious - there's a lot of things she doesn't want Mayfield to give her back. Especially ones that might be intangible and would come in an envelope. She brings it inside, and sets it on the kitchen table, staring at it. Thinking. Maybe she could just burn it.

Wandering off to find some matches, the envelope sits face-down on the kitchen table, where meddling housemates could check it out...



[Later that day - phone call placed to all non-drones:

There's a long silent pause before Barton speaks. She's even quieter than usual. If you listen close enough, you might even be able to tell that she sounds a bit shaken.]

Um.

Does anyone out there... Does anyone in town know how to use telekinesis? Is that something you can teach?

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[doofenstrudel]

[What's this? Why, it's a meddling housemate! One who is ambling into the kitchen in search of something to eat. He fiddles around a bit, cubing some cheese and tossing some crackers on a plate, then he goes to the table to eat it.]

Ah, what's this?

[Doof picks up the letter, and recognizes the handwriting of something coming from the post office. Looks like it belongs to Barton. He holds it up to the light, failing to see much of anything in it... how can a returned item be... nothing at all? There's nothing at all there, it seems.]

....

[No one's watching. He slits it open with the paring knife he had been using.]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[There's a nothing but a card inside with these symbols on it. (http://psychictestonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/zener-cards-400x125.gif) Barton herself won't even know what they are - they weren't invented in her time, but they were by Mayfield's.

Speaking of Barton, she's walking back into the room, pack of matches in hand. Upon seeing Doofenschmirtz with the open envelope, she doesn't look too happy.]

What are you doing?

[doofenstrudel]

[A card. Just a card? Now where did he recognize those symbols from? It was all terribly uninteresting...]

...gah!

[Ooh, busted. Doof flinches, looks very guilty, and then strides right on ahead through the guilt and holds the card up.]

Opening your prize for you. Though it looks like a lousy one. Bah! A card! I at least got my lab coat back.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Glarrrrreee] I was gonna burn it. Who said you could open stuff addressed to me, anyway.

[She looks at the card, the symbols foreign to her.] The hell is this supposed to be.

[Barton reaches out and takes it from him... which is a bad move. As soon as she does, she yelps and flinches, squeezing her eyes shut. She's instantly given a tremendous headache, but it was vaguely familiar to her - like the first time this power manifested.

She drops to her knees, holding her head. After a moment all she can do is curse loudly.] Goddamnit!

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[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

Telekinesis..? Is that like talkin' ta' people with your mind?

[ Firo's still not too familiar with the regain system, so his first assumption is plucked straight out of a Mayfield-era comic book. ]

...Did the milk do somethin' funny to ya?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

All the milk did to me was kill me. This is somethin' I got from home, I guess.

No, it's where you can move stuff with it. Least that's what someone back home had told me it was called.

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

I suppose gettin' it from home's better than bein' a milk mutant.

[ A pause ]

Wow. That's gotta come in handy a lot. But shouldn't you know how ta' use it if you got it from home?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

It would be if I was usin' it right. I think it was... messin' with my head or somethin'. I tried not usin' it, but that made it worse, I think.

[emperorsangel.livejournal.com]

There is no reason to be afraid of your own abilities. If you do require that much, I can show you the proper way of doing it.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

I ain't afraid. I had it for a long time. It's just that... I think maybe I was usin' it wrong, or somethin'.

[emperorsangel.livejournal.com]

I know what it is like to have such a gift and to keep you and others safe, I will teach you all you need to know.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

So you really can teach someone? I mean, I could do some stuff with it, nothin' big. I tried not to use it a lot.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

A little. I can pick up and throw things that're a lot heavier than what I could manage normally, but that's about it.

But trying to teach PSI hasn't ever really worked before.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Wait, you can? PSI, is that what you call it?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

PSI is what psychic power is called in my world. There aren't many of us who can use it, but we tend to pick up on different kinds of things. No one I know is too good with telekinetics, though.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Figures. I only ever met one other psychic in my whole time back home. And he was a grade-A asshole. He wasn't about to give me details. I guess ya can say he was workin' for the enemy.

phone;

[godmodcomplex.livejournal.com]

I don't know if it could really be called teaching, but control can be learned.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

I kinda had some control over it at home. Mostly used it to move myself more than anything else. Nothin' bigger than that, though.

I dunno, I think maybe it was havin' a bad effect on me. Or something. There ain't exactly a lotta people around to tell you about this kinda thing.

[godmodcomplex.livejournal.com]

One of the problems that comes with being different.

The best advice I can give from my own experience is that practice does make perfect.

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[foretastes.livejournal.com]

Telekinesis? Hehehe. That's something you need to be hatched with!

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Hatched?

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

It's something in your blood! Hehe! You can't just learn it.

[phone]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

Oh! Me! I know how!

[phone]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Who're you?

[phone]

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

My name's Raz! I'm an EXPERT at telekinesis! I got the merit badge to prove it!