trans_9 | Getting out of the 'house'. [Open]

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Getting out of the 'house'. [Open]

Now that the crisis concerning the clock and the children were over, she couldn't be more thankful. The gurgling roar that filled her mind had died down to a more manageable but similarly annoying simmer that continued to give her plenty of reason to be eternally displeased. Still, if she planned to be anything more than a lethargic shut-in, it would require her to brave the 'babbleroar'.

Mulling over her choices for some time, she eventually decided on Hydroponics and made her way there. With the minimal amount of time she'd actually spent on Earth after joining with the Superhomeys, most of her encounters with the natural world were only conjured up from the depths of her memories.

She began walking through the wide expanse of shrubs, trees and other vegetation, intent on both relaxing and rebuilding her mental imaging of how forests and jungles were actually supposed to appear.

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She spotted Azula far before she could actually make out the details of who it was. Angered expression, tensed body and smoking hands. Great, it had been so long since she'd seen someone who was on the verge of losing it. She didn't miss it.

Nonetheless she walked up to the disheveled girl, hands firmly in her pockets. A voice floated in Azula's mind; light with a teasing inflection.

My, you certainly look like you're having the worst day ever. Bad dream?"

"SILENCE!" Azula's voice pierced the peace of the area as she screeched out at what she thought was another mocking voice. She brought both fists down onto the ground hard and indeed fire burst from them in twin pillars of blazing orange setting light to the grass.

As it twisted and died smoke rose and the girls eyes remained tightly shut as she tried in desperation to smother the voices by focusing on the choking black air instead.

Mindfuck only raised her eyebrows at the command and watched with curiosity as the woman engulfed the vegetation surrounding her in flames.

"Ouch! It really is a bad time, isn't it (admittedly I already knew that to some extent)? Maybe I'll just continue on my walk and bring you back a few asprin."

Azula was breathing heavy trying to focus now, there was someone here. Someone who was real...or at least looked real, speaking in her head like Stacy did.

Biting her lower lip she struggled with trembling hands and did her best to control the spreading flames before they reached the more valuable plants. Some grass was one thing, but the rest of these plants had significance, importance. Purpose.

"Speak normally." She spat as she forced the words out trying not to scream again, "I can't abide people speaking in my head without permission!"

She withdrew her hands from her pockets and folded them under her chest, backing up a step as the fire continued to eat through some of the plants and smolder on others.

"(Still speaking without permission, but bear with me here.) The only problem with that is I don't have any choice (but) to speak telepathically. I'd ask, but really I would be breaking the whole 'permission' thing by doing that, alone. I'll halt speaking in your mind, now. (Really! Oops.)"

Oh how she longed for the seemingly long gone days of her commanding respect and fear from total strangers. It had such a comfort that she missed. Still she wouldn't get anywhere complaining and she'd just caught something curious about this conversation. As she finished snuffing out the last of the flames she answered back still using her voice, "What do you mean you have no choice?"

"I'm lacking one of the (very) necessary components used in speech, unfortunately. So to make my words 'heard' (not in a literal sense, mind you) I need to use telepathy."

That left a few vital options really, her lips and mouth were obviously there, but the vague way she answered the question probably meant she didn't just lay it out on the table for everyone.

After a moment Azula spoke again, "I would appreciate it if you didn't mention my little...episode to anyone. I am struggling enough as it is to rebuild my life from nothing."

She waved her hand in explanation as she spoke. "Oh, now why would I go and do that (unless it was a mental slip)? I haven't the slightest idea of who you are so divulging trivial information about setting plants ablaze would be rather pointless (not to mention, silly)."

Azula was starting to catch on to the peculiar way this girl "spoke" and realized that the mental slip would be what she had most to worry about.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Mindfuck," she replied casually, a nonchalant smile adorning her face.

"How...charming." She responded when what she meant was "vulgar"

"I suppose I can see how fitting it is though."

"Oh yes, most supranyms tend to be 'charming' in the same way as a lobotomy is (which is to say not at all but it does its intended job). Feel free to refer to me as any variation of it, though. It's never been the marketable type of name (with obvious reasons)."

"Very well." She would have to decide if she preferred just to call this one Mind or something more. She had tensed up again at the word "lobotomy" and looked as if she had tasted something unpleasant but she did her best to move on.

"So other then speaking and seeing without...what's necessary, what do your powers allow you to do?" Might as well try to learn something about this creepy person before she sent her on her way.

She tapped the visor with a slender finger. "My powers aren't what's allowing me to see, though they could (which would be far ruder than using telepathy without 'permission'...).

Ah, it never failed. Every time someone knew she was a telepath they became guarded and uncomfortable but still were interested in the extent of her abilities. To 'protect' themselves against them in the future, no doubt.

"I can tweak emotional responses from hysterical to altruism (very useful in stressful situations). Talented in telepresence of the Mind's Eye. Various other (basic) things that any psychic worth their salt could accomplish." There was really very little reason to explain her abilities beyond that. It only served further unnerve others.

"Unfortunately some of us have never met a psychic so we're unaware of just what those "basic" things would be." Azula "Are they really so prevalent in your own world that you don't feel so different?" Mindfuck was essentially hitting the nail on the head about Azula's curiosity though.

"Should I be feeling any different from anyone else?" she asked curiously.

"Though I wouldn't say psions and other psychic abilities were very prevalent (not compared to super-strength or flight) where I come from." Nope, she wasn't really going on to explain those 'basics' she mentioned, either.

"Why wouldn't you? Even onboard a flying madhouse like this someone with an ability like yours can't be that common."

At least not that she'd seen since she devoted herself to studying the crew.

"Hm. I've been living this way for years without so much as a thought about it (though I'm well aware of what others think about me). I've heard there are few more telepaths on board but I've only had the pleasure (or displeasure) of meeting one of them."

"It was unpleasant?" Azula folded her arms, "Were they simply unpleasant or did it have to do with your powers? Given the nature of them I imagine meeting someone else like you would be...different."

Pure speculation on Azula's part, but she felt like everything she learned was of potential use to her.

"Ah, it was rather pleasant, actually. The interesting thing about speaking with another telepath is that we needn't say one actual word to each other (no choice in my case) but they're far more guarded since they know you can take a dip in their thoughts, memories (etcetera). His skill-set with his psionic powers were a tad different from my own, though. He has telekinesis."

She hoped Azula was enjoying her crash course in psionics.

She was actually.

"And does this power only work on humans?" Because if she could link with the Ohm...

"Actually it doesn't. Critters, suprahumans (etcetera) as well, though there's no guarantee since the minds of non-humans (aliens) tend to be far more complex than our already impossibly intricate cognispheres."

"How unfortunate." Azula dismissed. "That would have made things significantly easier when we face our true enemies."

As fascinating as the subject was though Azula was beginning to get the creeping sensation up her spine. How powerful was this woman? What could she see in Azula's own mind? Would she even feel the woman starting to creep in and read her mind? And just how much could she read? If she could dig deep enough...well it's not as though Azula was ashamed of the things she did, but she liked to keep things under wraps.

"Even if our insectoid overlords have minds that I can dance inside, somehow I feel that they'll have some sort of psi-shield to block my abilities. Even worse if they have a hive-mind mentality (shudder). I suppose we'll see. Personally I'd like to know as much as I could about these creatures before I decide to go traipsing through their minds (I'm just thinking here...)."

Mindfuck smiled nonchalantly. It was actually surprising that it took this long for paranoia to settle in. Most people immediately went on the defense as they scrambled to toss out any incriminating thoughts.

"They usually don't feel it," was all she answered to Azula's unasked questions.

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