Do you really want me seeing inside your head, Dave?
[Maybe it was the banter taking some of her focus, or maybe she was relaxing, but the way she reached out with her powers adn casually batted the toy back at him would come off as a lot easier than before.]
Iiiiiiii actually do not know. Can't psychic defense be a psychic power? Or like...an ANTI-psychic power. I mean...if you can train to withstand, like, other things that are not magic, why not magic? Science. Whatever.
[ this is a confused theory and what the fuck is he even talking about. he is now treating this like a game of volleyball, although dave would be unable to name the sport if pressed. ]
I don't think I want to call it magic, thanks. [She was having enough trouble wrapping her head around it existing at all really.] It's just...something I don't understand yet.
[She swats the toy back again, faster still this time.]
But I don't know. I mean, how would you know it was happening if you didn't...have it. So you could sense it? Maybe?
[ first evil psychic thing to come to mind? let him rest. ]
Seriously though I hope no one ever uses psychic bullshit on me? Like...what all could people do? I know telepathy is a thing, but what other psychic skills are there?
[Eleanor reached out and one of the toys near Dave's feet floated into the air and darted over to her.]
So you see, Doctor Strider, there is nothing you can possess I cannot take away.
[and then she giggled.]
Uh. Hm. There are a bunch of like, 'kinesis' things, right? I found them when I was looking up mine. Like pyro and cryo and stuff. But mental things? I think it's mostly just telepathy. Everything seems to be like...part of that.
Controlling...minds? [Eleanor laughed sheepishly, but shrugged.]
I don't know. I mean I suppose you could...well. You could do almost anything, really. Rob a bank. Make someone like you. Or make someone think they like you, anyway. Have someone change your grade?
[Eleanor Lamb: Clearly not a criminal mastermind.]
Maybe. [Eleanor's voice dropped a bit.] I'd like to think you couldn't force someone to do something they wouldn't do, you know? You can't just...mind control someone into being a murderer.
[But the world was making a pessimist of her anymore...]
And next time I fall asleep in class I'm blaming mind control. Just to see what happens.
[Being a senior was handy, since she could kind of stop worrying about getting i trouble for little things.]
[Eleanor's voice turned distant, and she took a half-step backwards, frowning at...nothing, from the looks of it. After a few seconds, maybe five, she shook her head, her eyes closing, forehead wrinkled, as if trying to shake something off, and then she sucked in a breath.]
Uh. [Another hesitation.] I...uh. T-Thanks Dave. This has been...Look, I gotta go.
No, it's not- [She started to wave it off, stopped and sighed, and then just shook her head. But she offered him a smile, if a somewhat...shaken...one.]
Don't worry about it. It's not your fault they keep making us see...awful things. [She shrugged.] But. I'm gonna go. Thanks for training. We'll do it again soon, yeah?
[And then she set off on an adventure in getting off the windowsill and back home.]
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Oh god, don't even joke about that. I don't even understand my mind half the time!
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[ he catches the thing and tosses it back, one-handed. ]
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[Maybe it was the banter taking some of her focus, or maybe she was relaxing, but the way she reached out with her powers adn casually batted the toy back at him would come off as a lot easier than before.]
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[ SO HE CAN LIKE... ]
So I can train up my mental defenses????
[ he bats it back. ]
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[She'll bat it back, about twice as fast now.]
Don't you also need psychic powers to have psychic defenses?
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[ this is a confused theory and what the fuck is he even talking about. he is now treating this like a game of volleyball, although dave would be unable to name the sport if pressed. ]
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[She swats the toy back again, faster still this time.]
But I don't know. I mean, how would you know it was happening if you didn't...have it. So you could sense it? Maybe?
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[ dave has no trouble keeping up with the speed, because...flashstep ]
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[She'll make a show of putting on an evil laugh...which causes her to miss the toy, which bounces harmlessly against the window.]
Whoops.
[Her evil laugh turns into a real one.]
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[ first evil psychic thing to come to mind? let him rest. ]
Seriously though I hope no one ever uses psychic bullshit on me? Like...what all could people do? I know telepathy is a thing, but what other psychic skills are there?
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So you see, Doctor Strider, there is nothing you can possess I cannot take away.
[and then she giggled.]
Uh. Hm. There are a bunch of like, 'kinesis' things, right? I found them when I was looking up mine. Like pyro and cryo and stuff. But mental things? I think it's mostly just telepathy. Everything seems to be like...part of that.
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[Eleanor shuddered.]
I think it's just applied telepathy. I hope it's just applied telepathy...
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I don't know. I mean I suppose you could...well. You could do almost anything, really. Rob a bank. Make someone like you. Or make someone think they like you, anyway. Have someone change your grade?
[Eleanor Lamb: Clearly not a criminal mastermind.]
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[ the last one is totally teasing eleanor ]
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[But the world was making a pessimist of her anymore...]
And next time I fall asleep in class I'm blaming mind control. Just to see what happens.
[Being a senior was handy, since she could kind of stop worrying about getting i trouble for little things.]
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[ well. ]
Someone havin' that level of control over you ain't a pretty thought.
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Horrible. I mean, even if you...if they could do something like that, you couldn't really stop yourself. You'd just have to watch, right?
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[Eleanor's voice turned distant, and she took a half-step backwards, frowning at...nothing, from the looks of it. After a few seconds, maybe five, she shook her head, her eyes closing, forehead wrinkled, as if trying to shake something off, and then she sucked in a breath.]
Uh. [Another hesitation.] I...uh. T-Thanks Dave. This has been...Look, I gotta go.
[Already moving to grab her bag from nearby.]
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Don't worry about it. It's not your fault they keep making us see...awful things. [She shrugged.] But. I'm gonna go. Thanks for training. We'll do it again soon, yeah?
[And then she set off on an adventure in getting off the windowsill and back home.]