Julian Keller (
telekinetic_badass) wrote in
trans_92009-08-25 02:55 am
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McCoy and His Stupid Paperclip [Open]
Julian was in one of the sensoriums, which is where he had been spending a lot of time the last few days. Learning to fly a Federation starship wasn't easy, which was a shock to Julian since at first it seemed like the ship was smart enough to fly itself. But learning how to pilot one ended up being a crash course in astrophysics, stellar cartography, astrogation, warp physics, subspace sailing, and piloting all rolled into one. You practically had to have a Ph. D. in gravitational physics just to park the ship into a stable orbit.
Things that took Starfleet cadets months, if not years to learn, he had to cram in only a few days. It was time consuming (which meant far less Kara time than he would have liked) and he felt like his brain was going to melt out of his ears.
Which is why, for now anyway, he was taking a break. He had again recreated the SoCal beach where he grew up by, where the surf hit the sand, and the jagged rocks that were only a few feet down the shoreline. But rather than play basketball like he did last time, he was working with his telekinesis. Now that the collar was off, he was free to use his powers as he saw fit.
--And speaking of that collar, he was still holding on to it, oddly enough. Though rather than wear it around his neck, it hung from the side of his hip by a piece of his plantsuit; like he was displaying it as some kind of badge of honor--
But right now, he felt a little bit of practice time would do him good. Judging by the occasional loud explosion that came from in the sensoriums, followed by the rather emphatic cursing of one pissed off teenager, he could use the practice.
Things that took Starfleet cadets months, if not years to learn, he had to cram in only a few days. It was time consuming (which meant far less Kara time than he would have liked) and he felt like his brain was going to melt out of his ears.
Which is why, for now anyway, he was taking a break. He had again recreated the SoCal beach where he grew up by, where the surf hit the sand, and the jagged rocks that were only a few feet down the shoreline. But rather than play basketball like he did last time, he was working with his telekinesis. Now that the collar was off, he was free to use his powers as he saw fit.
--And speaking of that collar, he was still holding on to it, oddly enough. Though rather than wear it around his neck, it hung from the side of his hip by a piece of his plantsuit; like he was displaying it as some kind of badge of honor--
But right now, he felt a little bit of practice time would do him good. Judging by the occasional loud explosion that came from in the sensoriums, followed by the rather emphatic cursing of one pissed off teenager, he could use the practice.

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"Mister Keller," he said with a smile, making sure to keep a safe distance away from the explosions and energy blasts or whatever Julian was doing, "I'm glad to see that the collar was removed. I trust everything is well?"
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"Captain." Really, that sand can get everywhere. "Yeah, I got my powers back and everything. I just need to work out a few kinks in them, is all."
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Hey look, it's a bus.
(What? Kon's fast enough to fly in and catch it if it looks like Keller will miss. Probably. He's still got a little tiiiny bit of juice left).
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The bus crashed into a solid wall of energy, then dropped to the ground.
"Dude, what the hell?!"
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He claps his hands together, like someone waiting to be a thrown a ball.
"C'mon, toss it back."
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But, hey, when in Rome and all of that, right?
"Alright, Kon." Julian raised the bus into the air with a flick of his wrist, not even needing to lay a hand on it. "Go long!" It took some effort from him, but it still wasn't a problem to launch the bus down the beach.
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Kon watches it go sailing right over his head and... pretty far off, actually.
"Niiiice."
Then just like that, he's gone, just a green plantsuit blur, and a moment later the bus comes launching back from that direction, looking a little worse for wear.
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As she snuck into the sensorium and looked around she had to smile. There were a lot of beaches in the world, but this one seemed more active. If only for the teen currently exploding thing around the place. She tilted her head as she watched him, unsure if she should be surprised or amused at his powers.
"I'm guessing you've got anger issues. Or maybe, this is how you plan to attract girls. I heard that there's a rare bred of us women who love the telekinesis." She smirked a bit and stepped a bit closer, her arms crossing behind her back. "Though if you start ranting about how cool it is, I'm out of here. I get that enough from my friend."
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Which, yes, if you blow up things on a beach you get sand everywhere. Thankfully, rather than continue to brush it out, there was a slight flare of green energy as he used his powers to dust himself off, basically.
"Better." Much, much better, actually. "Let me guess, your friend is Kon?"
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"That'd be him. Take it he's already given you the hour long rant about how awesome his powers are."
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"Yeah, he gave the whole routine, but I still say my powers are far more awesome. I'll be nice, though, and skip the hour long rant."
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"Thanks for that. But.. what makes your powers better? Just because they're yours? Or is there more to it then that?" She tilted her head to the side slightly, and absent mindedly started braiding her hair.
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"Says the guy who didn't even bother knocking."
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"What in the-" She begins but is cut off as a flying projectile hurls toward her. Without even thinking, her eyes narrow and she lifts a hand - telekinetically halting the object.
She lets it hover before her and she shifts her gaze to the young man in the room. "What are you trying to do? Kill someone?"
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"Mrs. Summers! You're alive! Again."
He stayed where he was, his mind still stuck in surprise at her not being dead, and thinking holy shit she is hot for a zombie.
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"Uh, yeah....Wrong me," Jean mutters, shaking her head. Well at least where ever this young man was from she'd finally married Scott, but... Died?! OK, she should really be dead right now... But that wasn't the poi-
Her eyes narrow even more and out of no where the rolly chair of DOOM appears and flies at top speed toward Julian. "You do realize, I can see what you're thinking..."
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Oh, yeah, right. Telepat-- CHAIR!
That at least snapped him back to reality. Thankfully, being a telekinetic, he had a defense against the chair of doom and knocked to the side with his powers.
"Okay, you are definitely a Jean Grey-Summers."
Though the last time a Jean had been pissed at him she put him through a wall.
"Just tell me you can do the Phoenix thing and get us home and... not kill us."
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"Phoenix thing? I don't know what you're talking about," Jean said, eyeing him. "Obviously you have me confused with some other Jean because I wouldn't kill you."
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