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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.

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"That is annoying. Went surfing once, ended up face first on the beach. I was washing out sand for the next week." She wasn't the least be worried about the annoyed look or the tone of his voice. She'd been around enough "I'm only like this to be cool" types to get it. Even if he wasn't doing this just to be cool.

"That'd be him. Take it he's already given you the hour long rant about how awesome his powers are."

Julian is not like that to try to be cool, he's like that because he is cool. And because, well, he really did have sand in some uncomfortable places a moment ago. "Well, I think I got it all out, and it should disappear once I leave here anyway." At least, that's how he thought the sensoriusms worked.

"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."

"Unless this place has more secrets then we think it does, yeah it should. But I'm sure the feeling would remain." She shrugged a bit and moved towards the water, toeing off her shoes and letting the water wash over her feet.

"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.

"Because they're mine is a start," he stated, watching the girl curiously. "But they're awesome because I can eventually do just about anything with them."

"Anything? Really?" She'd heard that before, but had never actually seen someone prove it. She looked at this guy for a moment and then crossed her arms over her chest and glared.

"Prove it."

Now there was a challenge if he ever heard one. At first, he raised an eyebrow at her, almost as if questioning who she was to challenge him. But if she wanted a demonstration, he'd give her one.

"Well, if you want me to rip open holes in time and space, you'll have to wait. I haven't reached omnipotence yet." But he would. One day. "But moving mountains isn't a problem for a guy like me."

He didn't move much, but his face twisted into an expression of intense concentration. The ground started shake, and soon after, huge chunks of the earth were being excavated and raised into the air.

She had to give a low whistle to that. It was impressive, if not a bit destructive. She tilted her head as she watched him, it seemed that he had to concentrate rather hard on doing something on this scale, which was kinda a shame. He did seem to have control over his powers though, so that was a plus. Heck, having powers at all was a plus.

She clapped a smirk adorning her lips.

"Very nice hotshot."

Everything was placed back down, with a loud crash as it all landed back where it was. He dusted his hands off, acting as if it wasn't nothing.

"Hellion," he merely stated in response.

"Hellion. Superhero code name huh? Could be worse I guess." She smiled at him and moved forward and held out her hand. "Arrowette. Though I'm semi retarded. Still kinda trying to think if I want back into the game, or if I'm happy without."

"I'm not sure if any of us even really have a choice of heroing or not, at least not here."

He took her hand and shook it. "And you can also call me Julian." Not like he ever had a secret identity to begin with.

"Cissie King. I guess they don't care about secret identities here either. No one seems to be using them, but then I guess we don't need them huh?" She laughed a bit and shook her head.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you called Hellion?"

"I never had a secret identity to begin with," he stated with a shrug. What was there to hide?

"Hellion is something of a legacy name. There was a group who used to call themselves the Hellions, they wanted to be the leaders of their generation. I'm the leader of mine."

"I did. Back home anyways. But things happened and I gave up my hero career. Best and worst thing I ever did. Got to star on a hit TV series, won a gold medal, even started getting better grades in school. But I lost touch with one of my best friends." She shook her head and sighed.

"That must be hard. Leading a whole generation. I can't even manage my school's archery team."

"I never saw the point. I'm a mutant, and a superhero. If anyone has a problem with that, I'll kick their teeth in." And he meant every word of it.

"The whole leadership thing can be a pain sometimes, but I'd rather be out in front giving orders than standing in line taking them."

"Sorry.. what's a mutant?" Her confusion was quite clear. "I mean, I know medically what mutants are... they're the ones born with something different in their DNA. Like the blue lobsters. Unless you do mean something like that.. which in that case, cool." She blushed brightly and rubbed at her upper arm. Wow, way to be a geek in front of the cute guy.

"Score a point for the cute girl," he said as he sauntered closer to her. "I was born with my powers. And depending on who you ask, I'm either the next step in human evolution, some kind of genetic freak, or a walking blasphemy to God. I tend to lean towards the first one myself."

"The first one would be more likely. Freaks tend to have... well you don't look like a freak to me. Powers or not. As for the God thing.. well you'd have to believe in God for that to work out." She smiled and twirled a piece of hair around her finger.

"I've never been the religious sort anyway." Sadly, he couldn't say the same for a lot of people on his world.

"So, 'Arrowette', what's your talent?"

"I'm good with anything you throw, and I've got a real knack with the bow and arrow." She wasn't going to go on and brag about the gold medal. It wasn't like she had it to show him. Nor was she going to tell him about her acting career.

"I'm a fairly good acrobat too. My mom made me style nearly everything she could. Gymnastics, archery, fencing, kick boxing... just everything she could find."

He tilted his head sideways. "That's interesting. What made her push you so hard to learn all of that? Did she want you to be a superhero, or something?"

"Yup. She hated the fact that I hated it. That I had to give it up. She even went to jail for a while. Child endangerment." She laughed softly. "Took her a while to realize that I would still love her if she stopped pushing me. So she did. And we're okay."

"My parents are kind of the opposite. They aren't exactly thrilled with my chosen profession," he admitted, like it didn't bother him. "I think they'd just love it if I was a little normal flatscan child."

See? It didn't bother him at all. Nope.

"I... I'm sorry to hear that. Parents should love their children no matter what, but sadly it doesn't happen that way. I know my dad, if he were alive, he'd say something lame and stupid about you just being a kid and not really knowing any better. So your folks should just smile and go with it. But I don't think that'll work. Nothing my dad ever said worked out right." She shook her head, her memories of him were very few. She looked up at Julian and smiled.

"How about a change of topic? Why the beach?"

Julian simply handwaved at the speech about parents. It's not like he was on speaking terms with his anymore anyway. Luckily the subject change came up, so he really didn't have to get into it.

"This is near where I grew up," he stated with a shrug. "It's got plenty of open space, variable terrain and elements... I figured it'd be a good place to practice."

"You grew up near a beach? Beautiful! I would have given anything to grow up near someplace like this." She shook her head and moved towards water, dipping her feet further and further.

"So besides training here, ever go out and surf?"

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