You could check with your telepathy, couldn't you?
[He does bring up a good point although Amelia's opinion is that the man is just a shell. Neither Adam or Lien could face match him in their own databases which could mean the shell was an unknown person who was easy to puppet without anyone noticing.]
I'll be close behind you, by the way. You're helping me deal with this upfront but you're also another pair of eyes.
And I will intervene so you won't get hurt. You're not running on full power after all.
[He could. He's sure he could. But if the result is "yes, this is an innocent man under the influence" but he still tries to harm Henry... Well, he's taking that as full permission to do what's needed to defend himself. His expression, a very mild smile, reflects that.]
Thank you. [He says the phrase plainly, just automatically.] I'm sure I'll be fine, either way. The real trick will be getting straightforward answers out of the man before the situation resorts to violence.
But no way to find out until we try.
[And though this is mostly obligation to help him find a way home, color him... curious.]
Mr. Creel, you may call it mundane, I call it a solution.
[She can't help it, her teacher voice is back.]
If you depend on one skill set you limit your options in a crisis. All avenues must be as available as possible! Though my spell craft is my main ability, I also hone myself physically.
It keeps me fit and an element of surprise for any fool who thinks I'm a frail witch.
We'll scout the park tomorrow after school. I'll meet you there as soon as the bell rings.
[As she nears the end of the school year, Amelia has been rather busy. The skull man's activity in the town had irked her, adding more to her already heavy workload... But it's sort of. Nice? Relieving? That she can have Henry help out. She has friends, yes, but they're usually doing their own thing and she rarely likes to bother them by asking them to drive into town.
She hopes this works out and that he feels less restless as an odd guest in her reality.]
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[Late afternoon, Amelia makes her way to Ivory Park, trying to spot Henry. There are several families or random people out in the park, enjoying its well-maintained beauty and an ice cream cart that travels through the area serving popsicles and ice cream sandwiches to kids and teens who just got out of school.
When Amelia sees Henry, she's about to wave to him but he'll see her be distracted by some people, probably parents who are talking to her enthusiastically while their teen tries to be casual with their teacher in this outside setting.
It's funny; Amelia's actually smiling pleasantly and although their conversation isn't important, she's giving them her full attention.]
[He's there before her, finding shade beneath an old tree while he waits for her to arrive. Henry kills time with people-watching, a sketchbook tucked beneath his arm to at least give him the illusion of a reason for him being there. He might have actually drawn something while he was waiting, too, though it's impossible to know what that may have been since it's closed for now, the only proof for which are the faint graphite smears on the tips of his right hand.
Finally, she arrives, and he straightens to go to meet her -- but it seems as though she's been distracted by people; teens and their parents, so he surmises that this must be the parents of her students, who she focuses on completely rather than what Henry believes should be the task at hand.
Well, that's fine. He won't interrupt... verbally. But he does continue walking over until he's basically in the bubble of conversation.
[When Henry approaches, Amelia tenses up slightly... Because the student is Khanh, the one who spotted Henry first on the beach and witnessed his powers firsthand.
When she looks at the blonde man, her brow furrows for a brief second. But it quickly relaxes and she just waves to him in that weird awkward teen way. Her parents finally let Amelia go and say their goodbyes.]
"Oh, this is your artist friend, right? We won't keep you then Ms. Steinbeck."
"We'll see you at graduation then! Thank you for helping our Khanh to get into UCLA!"
[When Khanh finally leaves with her family, the witch's shoulders relax. And when they're out of earshot, she murmurs to Henry.]
[The memory is not very sharp on his end, because he was in... not the best mental state, shall we say. But he remembers this student face. The fear in her eyes when she witnessed his powers.
Even now, he cannot bring himself to feel even a mote of guilt about it.
But to Henry's credit, he remains friendly-looking, with the same little smile plastered on his features that Amelia should be used to seeing by now. He waits patiently for the exchange to end.
He quirks his brow, tilts his head closer to her a little skeptically.]
Were you afraid it wasn't? The girl would have ran off screaming, otherwise. Still, aren't you popular?
Well, it's less a wipe and more of suppression. You have to be a very powerful psychic to be able to take something away.
[She readjusts her glasses and turns to him fully.]
So you aren't totally wrong. If it was a faulty job, just the sight of you would have been a trigger to open the floodgates.
[As for his comment about her being "popular..."]
I won't go so far as to say that I'm a great teacher. I've much to learn when it comes to connecting and instructing each changing generation. But... It's nice. Being able to take part in a young person's life in a small way.
Good to know. Maybe someday I'll expand my own toolset.
[He says it like it's a joke, but it's very hard to tell with Henry and that smile of his. His psionic forte revolves around memories, pulling out the worst ones and making people relive them; but could he do the reverse if he tried, and erase them completely from the mind? He wonders. He's never had a reason to.
But that's a thought for later, maybe. Henry listens to her sentiment about being a teacher, quiet.]
Is it your hope that a part of you will remain with them, well into adulthood?
[Amelia could have mentioned offhandedly that memory suppression or erasure is a highly coveted skill within the esper commune but it's his latter question that makes her look contemplative.
It doesn't take much reflecting for her to nod in confirmation.]
I haven't thought of it that way in a while, but yes.
[She gestures to Henry so that they can start walking down a path that goes further into the park.]
When I was relatively younger I didn't know how to deal with people.
[There were reasons, of course, none of which she had any control over.]
Although, I suppose even as a child, I was considered introverted.
[He follows, walking alongside her, sketchbook still tucked beneath his arm.]
So was I.
[On both counts. Didn't know how to deal with people, introverted. In a way, not much has changed; he just wears a mask of politeness and personability better.]
There's nothing wrong with that. People generally aren't worth dealing with.
[Being a teacher can be very unforgiving, especially with the decks stacked so high against them constantly.]
But there are other days when I can't help but see the lives of the people around me as stories, each moment a blank page. And then sometimes I meet someone who has a full story that I would have never guessed without getting to know them.
[He sounds more surprised than offended. He cannot think that he's anything more than blank pages to her, especially when he's been keeping parts of his story under lock and key for now.]
Well, I don't know much apart from what you disclosed. From what you've told me, the pain of those experiences has probably cut you deeply to the core.
[It isn't difficult to realize the implications of being taken to a lab for his powers as a child and growing up into adulthood.
She's uncertain if any of what she's doing for Henry, in light of what she knows, is a good idea but her instincts as a witch are probably telling her it's a way to balance things out. Or maybe she's just trying to convince herself that.]
But even that aside, if there's anything I know about psychics, it's that they're born into this world with a crushing weight.
[Espers feel so much, they see and hear the thoughts and emotions of their fellow man too early in their lives. Others will relive the past or take on the pain of others, or be subject to future visions they cannot control, including the vision of their own deaths. Unlike witches whose magic helps create the impossible, and whose minds are shaped by arcane and otherworldly knowledge, the abilities of psychics take the whole of themselves in order to brandish their powers.]
A young woman that I work with, an esper, framed it as, being easy to rob yourself of joy.
[There is a long and lengthy pause before Henry bothers to reply. One that runs so long that it's a wonder if he will at all. The pain of those experiences has probably cut you deeply to the core.
She's not wrong about a lot of things. That, probably, is just as accurate as the rest, his time spent in HNL cementing many of his current character traits, good and bad. All the sharp, broken edges in him made even keener in those twenty years.
Just as she's right about psychics being born with a burden that's difficult to carry. How would life had turned out differently for Henry Creel if his powers hadn't manifested when he was twelve, if he could not delve into the minds of others and learn just how hypocritical so many were? How many masks they wore? Maybe his discontent would not have spiraled as it did; maybe he would have been able to carry through life, perhaps not always happy, but with the potential to grow. To meet people who would help him.
But so much of that is too... vulnerable to admit. For a man like him to even be aware of, having to turn that self-awareness inward, and that is not something that Henry is good at. He refuses to be.
And so-]
Really? I think that's strange.
[The way he says it, it sounds like he believes it.]
I've always thought of my powers as an advantage. A gift. The ability to see what people are really like. And maybe that led to others taking advantage of that power, but I'd still not trade it for anything.
[Amelia gives Henry a peculiar look after he replies to her.
The ability to see what people are really like.]
Well then. You wouldn't have advocated for getting your powers back if you disliked them.
[She decides to be casual about it as she usually is when deciding not to delve too deep into another person's words. They're here for something else right now.
As they approach the bridge built over the small pond, she stops and points.]
And there he is. Hiding in plain sight as it were.
[The man with the skull is dressed in a plain collared shirt and trousers and stands idly on the bridge right smack dab in the middle. It made sense— anyone who wanted to cross would have to pass him.]
[Being "put out for a while" doesn't sound very promising, but it probably wouldn't be worse than anything he's had to endure in the lab. :) Henry isn't as hesitant as he should be, but Henry Creel is so very rarely hesitant about anything, these days.
He flashes her one of his usual grins.]
Be be right back, then.
[You know, ideally.
Anyway, he wanders off towards the little bridge over the pond, a casual stride.]
[Amelia keeps her distance, sharp green eyes following Henry as he walks up to the creature...
When he's close enough, the man with the skull turns to face him, blocking the other man from crossing the bridge. The skull remains tucked under his arm by his side. Notably, his eyes are very, very dark, to the point where it looks like no light pierces them. Unlike Emil's obsidian golem eyes which have been designed to let a semblance of life and personality shine through, this creature's personality is less human and more hungry. For what? Who can say, except for suffering?
He doesn't offer just yet, however. He speaks to Henry with a placid tone.]
[He comes to a stop when the man blocks his path, not that he had much of a choice. Henry blinks at them, playing casual, playing innocent. He notices the strange eyes he has, how dark they seem. How there's something off about him in general already, something inhuman.]
Thirsty?
[-he asks, as if he doesn't already know where this is going.
Can Henry use his powers to gently sweep over this creature's mind? Get an idea of just what's really going on here?]
[The thoughts sound like words, almost human, but barely. The voice from the skull and its sloshing sludge contents that have a blue sheen in the light is harsh on the ears.]
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[He does bring up a good point although Amelia's opinion is that the man is just a shell. Neither Adam or Lien could face match him in their own databases which could mean the shell was an unknown person who was easy to puppet without anyone noticing.]
I'll be close behind you, by the way. You're helping me deal with this upfront but you're also another pair of eyes.
And I will intervene so you won't get hurt. You're not running on full power after all.
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[He could. He's sure he could. But if the result is "yes, this is an innocent man under the influence" but he still tries to harm Henry... Well, he's taking that as full permission to do what's needed to defend himself. His expression, a very mild smile, reflects that.]
Thank you. [He says the phrase plainly, just automatically.] I'm sure I'll be fine, either way. The real trick will be getting straightforward answers out of the man before the situation resorts to violence.
But no way to find out until we try.
[And though this is mostly obligation to help him find a way home, color him... curious.]
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[sometimes she says things so seriously it has to be a joke... But she's kind of serious... 🥲]
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[Yeah, no. He suspects she's serious, and he hasn't even known her for that long.]
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[She can't help it, her teacher voice is back.]
If you depend on one skill set you limit your options in a crisis. All avenues must be as available as possible! Though my spell craft is my main ability, I also hone myself physically.
It keeps me fit and an element of surprise for any fool who thinks I'm a frail witch.
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[Her tone. It is a little amusing, and his smile twitches.
He's not sure he agrees, but he humors her.]
Then I leave any well-rounded heavy lifting to you. I was never very physically strong, not when there was no need to be.
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[As she nears the end of the school year, Amelia has been rather busy. The skull man's activity in the town had irked her, adding more to her already heavy workload... But it's sort of. Nice? Relieving? That she can have Henry help out. She has friends, yes, but they're usually doing their own thing and she rarely likes to bother them by asking them to drive into town.
She hopes this works out and that he feels less restless as an odd guest in her reality.]
[Late afternoon, Amelia makes her way to Ivory Park, trying to spot Henry. There are several families or random people out in the park, enjoying its well-maintained beauty and an ice cream cart that travels through the area serving popsicles and ice cream sandwiches to kids and teens who just got out of school.
When Amelia sees Henry, she's about to wave to him but he'll see her be distracted by some people, probably parents who are talking to her enthusiastically while their teen tries to be casual with their teacher in this outside setting.
It's funny; Amelia's actually smiling pleasantly and although their conversation isn't important, she's giving them her full attention.]
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Finally, she arrives, and he straightens to go to meet her -- but it seems as though she's been distracted by people; teens and their parents, so he surmises that this must be the parents of her students, who she focuses on completely rather than what Henry believes should be the task at hand.
Well, that's fine. He won't interrupt... verbally. But he does continue walking over until he's basically in the bubble of conversation.
Hi.]
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When she looks at the blonde man, her brow furrows for a brief second. But it quickly relaxes and she just waves to him in that weird awkward teen way. Her parents finally let Amelia go and say their goodbyes.]
"Oh, this is your artist friend, right? We won't keep you then Ms. Steinbeck."
"We'll see you at graduation then! Thank you for helping our Khanh to get into UCLA!"
[When Khanh finally leaves with her family, the witch's shoulders relax. And when they're out of earshot, she murmurs to Henry.]
Good. The memory wipe was effective.
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Even now, he cannot bring himself to feel even a mote of guilt about it.
But to Henry's credit, he remains friendly-looking, with the same little smile plastered on his features that Amelia should be used to seeing by now. He waits patiently for the exchange to end.
He quirks his brow, tilts his head closer to her a little skeptically.]
Were you afraid it wasn't? The girl would have ran off screaming, otherwise. Still, aren't you popular?
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[She readjusts her glasses and turns to him fully.]
So you aren't totally wrong. If it was a faulty job, just the sight of you would have been a trigger to open the floodgates.
[As for his comment about her being "popular..."]
I won't go so far as to say that I'm a great teacher. I've much to learn when it comes to connecting and instructing each changing generation. But... It's nice. Being able to take part in a young person's life in a small way.
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[He says it like it's a joke, but it's very hard to tell with Henry and that smile of his. His psionic forte revolves around memories, pulling out the worst ones and making people relive them; but could he do the reverse if he tried, and erase them completely from the mind? He wonders. He's never had a reason to.
But that's a thought for later, maybe. Henry listens to her sentiment about being a teacher, quiet.]
Is it your hope that a part of you will remain with them, well into adulthood?
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It doesn't take much reflecting for her to nod in confirmation.]
I haven't thought of it that way in a while, but yes.
[She gestures to Henry so that they can start walking down a path that goes further into the park.]
When I was relatively younger I didn't know how to deal with people.
[There were reasons, of course, none of which she had any control over.]
Although, I suppose even as a child, I was considered introverted.
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So was I.
[On both counts. Didn't know how to deal with people, introverted. In a way, not much has changed; he just wears a mask of politeness and personability better.]
There's nothing wrong with that. People generally aren't worth dealing with.
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[Being a teacher can be very unforgiving, especially with the decks stacked so high against them constantly.]
But there are other days when I can't help but see the lives of the people around me as stories, each moment a blank page. And then sometimes I meet someone who has a full story that I would have never guessed without getting to know them.
Like you.
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[He sounds more surprised than offended. He cannot think that he's anything more than blank pages to her, especially when he's been keeping parts of his story under lock and key for now.]
In what way?
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[It isn't difficult to realize the implications of being taken to a lab for his powers as a child and growing up into adulthood.
She's uncertain if any of what she's doing for Henry, in light of what she knows, is a good idea but her instincts as a witch are probably telling her it's a way to balance things out. Or maybe she's just trying to convince herself that.]
But even that aside, if there's anything I know about psychics, it's that they're born into this world with a crushing weight.
[Espers feel so much, they see and hear the thoughts and emotions of their fellow man too early in their lives. Others will relive the past or take on the pain of others, or be subject to future visions they cannot control, including the vision of their own deaths. Unlike witches whose magic helps create the impossible, and whose minds are shaped by arcane and otherworldly knowledge, the abilities of psychics take the whole of themselves in order to brandish their powers.]
A young woman that I work with, an esper, framed it as, being easy to rob yourself of joy.
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She's not wrong about a lot of things. That, probably, is just as accurate as the rest, his time spent in HNL cementing many of his current character traits, good and bad. All the sharp, broken edges in him made even keener in those twenty years.
Just as she's right about psychics being born with a burden that's difficult to carry. How would life had turned out differently for Henry Creel if his powers hadn't manifested when he was twelve, if he could not delve into the minds of others and learn just how hypocritical so many were? How many masks they wore? Maybe his discontent would not have spiraled as it did; maybe he would have been able to carry through life, perhaps not always happy, but with the potential to grow. To meet people who would help him.
But so much of that is too... vulnerable to admit. For a man like him to even be aware of, having to turn that self-awareness inward, and that is not something that Henry is good at. He refuses to be.
And so-]
Really? I think that's strange.
[The way he says it, it sounds like he believes it.]
I've always thought of my powers as an advantage. A gift. The ability to see what people are really like. And maybe that led to others taking advantage of that power, but I'd still not trade it for anything.
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The ability to see what people are really like.]
Well then. You wouldn't have advocated for getting your powers back if you disliked them.
[She decides to be casual about it as she usually is when deciding not to delve too deep into another person's words. They're here for something else right now.
As they approach the bridge built over the small pond, she stops and points.]
And there he is. Hiding in plain sight as it were.
[The man with the skull is dressed in a plain collared shirt and trousers and stands idly on the bridge right smack dab in the middle. It made sense— anyone who wanted to cross would have to pass him.]
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Of course. And I’d be half as useful to you if I didn’t have my abilities, anyway.
[But back to business. He stops beside her, looking at the man in the distance.]
Waiting for someone to pay the figurative toll. I suppose this is my time to shine?
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If I approach, he'll just disappear. Your chances are better.
And if he does offer you to drink from the skull, try to resist it. Whatever is in that skull will put you out for a while.
[She is aware of a particularly good healer but she can put off using his services for a while.]
Go ahead when you're ready then.
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He flashes her one of his usual grins.]
Be be right back, then.
[You know, ideally.
Anyway, he wanders off towards the little bridge over the pond, a casual stride.]
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When he's close enough, the man with the skull turns to face him, blocking the other man from crossing the bridge. The skull remains tucked under his arm by his side. Notably, his eyes are very, very dark, to the point where it looks like no light pierces them. Unlike Emil's obsidian golem eyes which have been designed to let a semblance of life and personality shine through, this creature's personality is less human and more hungry. For what? Who can say, except for suffering?
He doesn't offer just yet, however. He speaks to Henry with a placid tone.]
"Hello. Are you thirsty?"
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Thirsty?
[-he asks, as if he doesn't already know where this is going.
Can Henry use his powers to gently sweep over this creature's mind? Get an idea of just what's really going on here?]
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[The man tilts his head and makes one gesture with his free arm.]
"It's a beautiful day. The sun shines and you've been walking for so long."
[And then he holds out the skull. There are definitely thoughts but it does not come from the man holding the object. It's coming from the skull.]
ጋዪጎክኡ ጮቹ ረቹፕ ጮቹ ፏዪዐሠ ነዐ ጮልክሃ ፪ዐጋጎቹነ ፪፱ፕ ጎ ርልክክዐፕ ፏዪዐሠ ረቹፕ ጮቹ ፏዪዐሠ ጋዪጎክኡ ጮቹ
[The thoughts sound like words, almost human, but barely. The voice from the skull and its sloshing sludge contents that have a blue sheen in the light is harsh on the ears.]
"Please. Have a drink."
ጋዪጎክኡ ጮቹ ረቹፕ ጮቹ ፏዪዐሠ ነዐ ጮልክሃ ፪ዐጋጎቹነ ፪፱ፕ ጎ ርልክክዐፕ ፏዪዐሠ ረቹፕ ጮቹ ፏዪዐሠ ጋዪጎክኡ ጮቹ
ጋዪጎክኡ ጮቹ ረቹፕ ጮቹ ፏዪዐሠ ነዐ ጮልክሃ ፪ዐጋጎቹነ ፪፱ፕ ጎ ርልክክዐፕ ፏዪዐሠ ረቹፕ ጮቹ ፏዪዐሠ ጋዪጎክኡ ጮቹ
ጋዪጎክኡ ጮቹ ረቹፕ ጮቹ ፏዪዐሠ ነዐ ጮልክሃ ፪ዐጋጎቹነ ፪፱ፕ ጎ ርልክክዐፕ ፏዪዐሠ ረቹፕ ጮቹ ፏዪዐሠ ጋዪጎክኡ ጮቹ
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