Chapter 9
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Emilia stared at her ceiling. It was a nice ceiling, only a few cracks here and there and it wasn't even mouldy. It didn't manage to distract her for much as her mind once again returned to war with itself. She quite probably just jumped into a barrel and started rolling down a mountain. Possibly to a sharp and gory end, or maybe she would find herself in a peaceful forest at the end. But one thing was for sure, she just signed herself up for a difficult future. What she was conflicted about wasn't even that. She didn't even regret it. Was she always this starved for romance and attention? For fucks sake she knew Jean didn't mean the things she said about destiny like that but it sounded just like the heroes confessing their love in the novels she read and she overreacted a bit. It worked out well in the end but she still proceeded to roll over and scream into her pillow in embarrassment. All the fear and trepidation she felt over her possible new future problems seemed to pale in comparison to the pure joy she felt when Jean confirmed that it was a date. She was dating that red-headed bombshell. That though caused her to bury her face in her pillow again, and her legs started kicking by themselves. She usually took a long time to even call someone her friend, not even talking about considering dating them. She had crushes, yes, but she quite coincidentally also had a crush on the actress that played Jean in the movies. Truly a coincidence. Feeling each other's emotions in real time would have probably broken up most couples. But here it catapulted them to near instantly trusting the other. This wasn't an aspect of her powers she considered before. Her and Jean's powers were similar, telepathy, and empathy. Plus Jean have telekinesis. Emilia got a wild idea, if she was right she was going to beat her head into a wall for not considering this before. She turned her head to her nightstand and ordered her lamp to float. Surprisingly it did not, in fact, float. She wasn't about to give up after just one try, if it worked like telepathy she would have accidentally levitated objects before. She focused on the lamp, she imagined a new vector of force from its centre extending and lifting it into the air. She wouldn't have noticed anything without her new increased perception than the lamp shattering into thousand pieces on the ceiling. It did go up but maybe a bit too fast, note 'less force next time'. She quickly called reception to apologize for the noise, the grumpy lady notified her that if she broke something it would be added to her bill. She put down the phone after another quick "Sorry." Well, this was the point where she vowed to smash her head into a wall but she didn't want the receptionist to be even more annoyed with her. She had telekinesis too, she had the whole psychic toolkit from Marvel. She also felt dumb for not considering this before. After considering it she realized she didn't dare to hope for stronger powers or more than she already has. Maybe she had a bit of a self-esteem problem. Never mind that. In any other media what kind of powers did psychics have? She asked herself, not willing to make the same mistake twice. She compiled a mental list of all supernatural powers with psychic or psionic origin. For now, she decided she didn't have the depth of senses or knowledge to attempt some of them like, Astral Projection or Transmutation. What if she managed to leave her body but didn't know how to return? She would have considered asking Jean but considering she seemed even less adept at using the powers than Emilia it would have to be the other way instead. The Prof seemed to be content to leave Jean under that psychic seal and not teach her how to use her abilities. The image Emilia had of him was rapidly degrading, it was one thing to be a dumb hypocrite and another was to imprison a telepath in their mind. Emilia knew there were far worse people out there but Charles Xavier was far from the saint he was portrayed as. He probably feared Jean, if her senses weren't tricking her, the girl was almost as powerful as Xavier while he was jacked up by the Cerebro. There was another thing about Jean that Xavier might fear, probably rightly so, and that was the massive presence Emilia glanced at through the eyes of the girl. That was the Phoenix. An abstract entity, one of the most powerful beings in the multiverse. And it had a fetish of living through avatars. Unfortunately for Jean, it chose her. In the comics, it didn't interfere much in the lives of its Avatar's content to live through them and act like a psychic battery for them. Emilia decided that if Jean let her, she would help her get out of her seal. As a telepath, she couldn't imagine worse torture than that. Emilia still felt conflicted about choosing to make her future harder, but a glance at her phone, now containing the redhead's number quelled her worries and instead, she smiled a bit. She would find out if she should choose to jump ship later, but for now, she would choose to give her all for this. She concentrated psychic energy that flowed around her body and suddenly left it and formed hands and tools around the room. The quickly cleaned up the mess she made before, Psychic Constructs also felt natural to Emili now that she tried to do them. She just Imagined what she wanted and the energy followed her will. Telekinesis would probably be the same, she just needed a clear picture of what she wanted and it would happen. The durability and duration for which she could keep these up would need further testing. These could give her offensive options even if her enemies were shielded against telepathy. Plus pure kinetic force was very hard to defend against if there was enough of it. She probably didn't have enough of it yet to do some of the more picturesque displays like lifting buildings but smashing the soft parts of people into mush should be more than doable. The brain was also especially vulnerable to kinetic force, if she could directly apply her telekinesis to it that would kill almost anyone. Logan would probably just come back more angry but it should disable even him for a few minutes. Emilia propped herself up and got into a lotus pose, she wasn't sure it helped but her father swore on it being the most optimal pose to focus her spirit. It was probably nothing of the sort but she did it anyways and got started on exercising her psychic muscles. It was time to see how much she could do before she exhausted herself. Psychic Constructs sprung up around the room, weapons and figurines floating and flying around testing her multitasking ability and imagination. She included some softer objects that she moved telekinetically too, like pillows. It would have made a weird scene to an outside observer but Emilia was intent on testing her stamina today. Emilia levitated three bricks in front of her eyes, people walking by the alley she was in ignored her thanks to a notice-me-not field she spread around her. She examined all three bricks deeply, the first wasn't showing any cracks or fractures. The second was in several pieces but still only looked like it had been dropped from a few meters high. The third was mostly powdered brick. This time she was testing what would happen if she tried to crush the bricks only using her telekinesis. She imagined outside kinetic force crushing them. The three ones were the results of the amount of effort she exerted on them. The first was without focusing overly much on the brick. The second was a bit more serious, she could only do that to about 20 bricks simultaneously. While the last was when she focused most of her attention on a single brick. She could apply a similar amount of force to a single object as smashing it with a sledgehammer repeatedly would do. She was satisfied with that for now. Her goal was still throwing mountains around. Everyone had to aim high to succeed. She has spent most of her free time testing and practising her powers in the last few days since her date with Jean. Her not-free time mostly involves scamming criminals out of their money. She got an idea of her current limits, but she also realized that said limit seemed to be raising slowly as she trained. She felt like a muscle-brained weightlifter, she was delighted when she felt she could lift more weight. The positive feedback loop of dopamine and training increasing her power quickly grew a bit addicting. She never felt this actively getting better just from effort. And it wasn't like only effort mattered for her powers, the way she imagine constructs and forces directly affected their outcome. Some came out underwhelming while others nearly blew her head off. She had to move to another hotel once her reserved time ended. The receptionist blacklisted her after the fourth broken furniture call. After that, she decided to do the training that tended to break stuff outside. And so she was in a shadier part of New York, in an alley, breaking bricks. She still kept a part of her attention on listening in on the thoughts of surrounding people, you never knew when was something interesting going to turn up. She was proven right when she overheard a conversation at the edge of her range, "...is he dead?" "Yeah, I saw his corpse myself, Fisk was parading it around before throwing it into fresh concrete." "What the fuck, wasn't Fisk the Don's muscle?" "Yeah and now the Don is the 'Foundation' of his 'Own Empire'" Emilia ignore the two men after that, getting all she was interested in. So Wilson Fisk made his entry into the New York underworld. Her phone buzzing in her pocket instantly drew her attention, she only gave a single person her number. "Yes, Jean?" she asked into the phone.
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Emilia stared at her ceiling. It was a nice ceiling, only a few cracks here and there and it wasn't even mouldy. It didn't manage to distract her for much as her mind once again returned to war with itself. She quite probably just jumped into a barrel and started rolling down a mountain. Possibly to a sharp and gory end, or maybe she would find herself in a peaceful forest at the end. But one thing was for sure, she just signed herself up for a difficult future. What she was conflicted about wasn't even that. She didn't even regret it. Was she always this starved for romance and attention? For fucks sake she knew Jean didn't mean the things she said about destiny like that but it sounded just like the heroes confessing their love in the novels she read and she overreacted a bit. It worked out well in the end but she still proceeded to roll over and scream into her pillow in embarrassment. All the fear and trepidation she felt over her possible new future problems seemed to pale in comparison to the pure joy she felt when Jean confirmed that it was a date. She was dating that red-headed bombshell. That though caused her to bury her face in her pillow again, and her legs started kicking by themselves. She usually took a long time to even call someone her friend, not even talking about considering dating them. She had crushes, yes, but she quite coincidentally also had a crush on the actress that played Jean in the movies. Truly a coincidence. Feeling each other's emotions in real time would have probably broken up most couples. But here it catapulted them to near instantly trusting the other. This wasn't an aspect of her powers she considered before. Her and Jean's powers were similar, telepathy, and empathy. Plus Jean have telekinesis. Emilia got a wild idea, if she was right she was going to beat her head into a wall for not considering this before. She turned her head to her nightstand and ordered her lamp to float. Surprisingly it did not, in fact, float. She wasn't about to give up after just one try, if it worked like telepathy she would have accidentally levitated objects before. She focused on the lamp, she imagined a new vector of force from its centre extending and lifting it into the air. She wouldn't have noticed anything without her new increased perception than the lamp shattering into thousand pieces on the ceiling. It did go up but maybe a bit too fast, note 'less force next time'. She quickly called reception to apologize for the noise, the grumpy lady notified her that if she broke something it would be added to her bill. She put down the phone after another quick "Sorry." Well, this was the point where she vowed to smash her head into a wall but she didn't want the receptionist to be even more annoyed with her. She had telekinesis too, she had the whole psychic toolkit from Marvel. She also felt dumb for not considering this before. After considering it she realized she didn't dare to hope for stronger powers or more than she already has. Maybe she had a bit of a self-esteem problem. Never mind that. In any other media what kind of powers did psychics have? She asked herself, not willing to make the same mistake twice. She compiled a mental list of all supernatural powers with psychic or psionic origin. For now, she decided she didn't have the depth of senses or knowledge to attempt some of them like, Astral Projection or Transmutation. What if she managed to leave her body but didn't know how to return? She would have considered asking Jean but considering she seemed even less adept at using the powers than Emilia it would have to be the other way instead. The Prof seemed to be content to leave Jean under that psychic seal and not teach her how to use her abilities. The image Emilia had of him was rapidly degrading, it was one thing to be a dumb hypocrite and another was to imprison a telepath in their mind. Emilia knew there were far worse people out there but Charles Xavier was far from the saint he was portrayed as. He probably feared Jean, if her senses weren't tricking her, the girl was almost as powerful as Xavier while he was jacked up by the Cerebro. There was another thing about Jean that Xavier might fear, probably rightly so, and that was the massive presence Emilia glanced at through the eyes of the girl. That was the Phoenix. An abstract entity, one of the most powerful beings in the multiverse. And it had a fetish of living through avatars. Unfortunately for Jean, it chose her. In the comics, it didn't interfere much in the lives of its Avatar's content to live through them and act like a psychic battery for them. Emilia decided that if Jean let her, she would help her get out of her seal. As a telepath, she couldn't imagine worse torture than that. Emilia still felt conflicted about choosing to make her future harder, but a glance at her phone, now containing the redhead's number quelled her worries and instead, she smiled a bit. She would find out if she should choose to jump ship later, but for now, she would choose to give her all for this. She concentrated psychic energy that flowed around her body and suddenly left it and formed hands and tools around the room. The quickly cleaned up the mess she made before, Psychic Constructs also felt natural to Emili now that she tried to do them. She just Imagined what she wanted and the energy followed her will. Telekinesis would probably be the same, she just needed a clear picture of what she wanted and it would happen. The durability and duration for which she could keep these up would need further testing. These could give her offensive options even if her enemies were shielded against telepathy. Plus pure kinetic force was very hard to defend against if there was enough of it. She probably didn't have enough of it yet to do some of the more picturesque displays like lifting buildings but smashing the soft parts of people into mush should be more than doable. The brain was also especially vulnerable to kinetic force, if she could directly apply her telekinesis to it that would kill almost anyone. Logan would probably just come back more angry but it should disable even him for a few minutes. Emilia propped herself up and got into a lotus pose, she wasn't sure it helped but her father swore on it being the most optimal pose to focus her spirit. It was probably nothing of the sort but she did it anyways and got started on exercising her psychic muscles. It was time to see how much she could do before she exhausted herself. Psychic Constructs sprung up around the room, weapons and figurines floating and flying around testing her multitasking ability and imagination. She included some softer objects that she moved telekinetically too, like pillows. It would have made a weird scene to an outside observer but Emilia was intent on testing her stamina today. Emilia levitated three bricks in front of her eyes, people walking by the alley she was in ignored her thanks to a notice-me-not field she spread around her. She examined all three bricks deeply, the first wasn't showing any cracks or fractures. The second was in several pieces but still only looked like it had been dropped from a few meters high. The third was mostly powdered brick. This time she was testing what would happen if she tried to crush the bricks only using her telekinesis. She imagined outside kinetic force crushing them. The three ones were the results of the amount of effort she exerted on them. The first was without focusing overly much on the brick. The second was a bit more serious, she could only do that to about 20 bricks simultaneously. While the last was when she focused most of her attention on a single brick. She could apply a similar amount of force to a single object as smashing it with a sledgehammer repeatedly would do. She was satisfied with that for now. Her goal was still throwing mountains around. Everyone had to aim high to succeed. She has spent most of her free time testing and practising her powers in the last few days since her date with Jean. Her not-free time mostly involves scamming criminals out of their money. She got an idea of her current limits, but she also realized that said limit seemed to be raising slowly as she trained. She felt like a muscle-brained weightlifter, she was delighted when she felt she could lift more weight. The positive feedback loop of dopamine and training increasing her power quickly grew a bit addicting. She never felt this actively getting better just from effort. And it wasn't like only effort mattered for her powers, the way she imagine constructs and forces directly affected their outcome. Some came out underwhelming while others nearly blew her head off. She had to move to another hotel once her reserved time ended. The receptionist blacklisted her after the fourth broken furniture call. After that, she decided to do the training that tended to break stuff outside. And so she was in a shadier part of New York, in an alley, breaking bricks. She still kept a part of her attention on listening in on the thoughts of surrounding people, you never knew when was something interesting going to turn up. She was proven right when she overheard a conversation at the edge of her range, "...is he dead?" "Yeah, I saw his corpse myself, Fisk was parading it around before throwing it into fresh concrete." "What the fuck, wasn't Fisk the Don's muscle?" "Yeah and now the Don is the 'Foundation' of his 'Own Empire'" Emilia ignore the two men after that, getting all she was interested in. So Wilson Fisk made his entry into the New York underworld. Her phone buzzing in her pocket instantly drew her attention, she only gave a single person her number. "Yes, Jean?" she asked into the phone.
Emilia stared at her ceiling. It was a nice ceiling, only a few cracks here and there and it wasn't even mouldy. It didn't manage to distract her for much as her mind once again returned to war with itself. She quite probably just jumped into a barrel and started rolling down a mountain. Possibly to a sharp and gory end, or maybe she would find herself in a peaceful forest at the end. But one thing was for sure, she just signed herself up for a difficult future. What she was conflicted about wasn't even that. She didn't even regret it. Was she always this starved for romance and attention? For fucks sake she knew Jean didn't mean the things she said about destiny like that but it sounded just like the heroes confessing their love in the novels she read and she overreacted a bit. It worked out well in the end but she still proceeded to roll over and scream into her pillow in embarrassment. All the fear and trepidation she felt over her possible new future problems seemed to pale in comparison to the pure joy she felt when Jean confirmed that it was a date. She was dating that red-headed bombshell. That though caused her to bury her face in her pillow again, and her legs started kicking by themselves. She usually took a long time to even call someone her friend, not even talking about considering dating them. She had crushes, yes, but she quite coincidentally also had a crush on the actress that played Jean in the movies. Truly a coincidence. Feeling each other's emotions in real time would have probably broken up most couples. But here it catapulted them to near instantly trusting the other. This wasn't an aspect of her powers she considered before. Her and Jean's powers were similar, telepathy, and empathy. Plus Jean have telekinesis. Emilia got a wild idea, if she was right she was going to beat her head into a wall for not considering this before. She turned her head to her nightstand and ordered her lamp to float. Surprisingly it did not, in fact, float. She wasn't about to give up after just one try, if it worked like telepathy she would have accidentally levitated objects before. She focused on the lamp, she imagined a new vector of force from its centre extending and lifting it into the air. She wouldn't have noticed anything without her new increased perception than the lamp shattering into thousand pieces on the ceiling. It did go up but maybe a bit too fast, note 'less force next time'. She quickly called reception to apologize for the noise, the grumpy lady notified her that if she broke something it would be added to her bill. She put down the phone after another quick "Sorry." Well, this was the point where she vowed to smash her head into a wall but she didn't want the receptionist to be even more annoyed with her. She had telekinesis too, she had the whole psychic toolkit from Marvel. She also felt dumb for not considering this before. After considering it she realized she didn't dare to hope for stronger powers or more than she already has. Maybe she had a bit of a self-esteem problem. Never mind that. In any other media what kind of powers did psychics have? She asked herself, not willing to make the same mistake twice. She compiled a mental list of all supernatural powers with psychic or psionic origin. For now, she decided she didn't have the depth of senses or knowledge to attempt some of them like, Astral Projection or Transmutation. What if she managed to leave her body but didn't know how to return? She would have considered asking Jean but considering she seemed even less adept at using the powers than Emilia it would have to be the other way instead. The Prof seemed to be content to leave Jean under that psychic seal and not teach her how to use her abilities. The image Emilia had of him was rapidly degrading, it was one thing to be a dumb hypocrite and another was to imprison a telepath in their mind. Emilia knew there were far worse people out there but Charles Xavier was far from the saint he was portrayed as. He probably feared Jean, if her senses weren't tricking her, the girl was almost as powerful as Xavier while he was jacked up by the Cerebro. There was another thing about Jean that Xavier might fear, probably rightly so, and that was the massive presence Emilia glanced at through the eyes of the girl. That was the Phoenix. An abstract entity, one of the most powerful beings in the multiverse. And it had a fetish of living through avatars. Unfortunately for Jean, it chose her. In the comics, it didn't interfere much in the lives of its Avatar's content to live through them and act like a psychic battery for them. Emilia decided that if Jean let her, she would help her get out of her seal. As a telepath, she couldn't imagine worse torture than that. Emilia still felt conflicted about choosing to make her future harder, but a glance at her phone, now containing the redhead's number quelled her worries and instead, she smiled a bit. She would find out if she should choose to jump ship later, but for now, she would choose to give her all for this. She concentrated psychic energy that flowed around her body and suddenly left it and formed hands and tools around the room. The quickly cleaned up the mess she made before, Psychic Constructs also felt natural to Emili now that she tried to do them. She just Imagined what she wanted and the energy followed her will. Telekinesis would probably be the same, she just needed a clear picture of what she wanted and it would happen. The durability and duration for which she could keep these up would need further testing. These could give her offensive options even if her enemies were shielded against telepathy. Plus pure kinetic force was very hard to defend against if there was enough of it. She probably didn't have enough of it yet to do some of the more picturesque displays like lifting buildings but smashing the soft parts of people into mush should be more than doable. The brain was also especially vulnerable to kinetic force, if she could directly apply her telekinesis to it that would kill almost anyone. Logan would probably just come back more angry but it should disable even him for a few minutes. Emilia propped herself up and got into a lotus pose, she wasn't sure it helped but her father swore on it being the most optimal pose to focus her spirit. It was probably nothing of the sort but she did it anyways and got started on exercising her psychic muscles. It was time to see how much she could do before she exhausted herself. Psychic Constructs sprung up around the room, weapons and figurines floating and flying around testing her multitasking ability and imagination. She included some softer objects that she moved telekinetically too, like pillows. It would have made a weird scene to an outside observer but Emilia was intent on testing her stamina today. Emilia levitated three bricks in front of her eyes, people walking by the alley she was in ignored her thanks to a notice-me-not field she spread around her. She examined all three bricks deeply, the first wasn't showing any cracks or fractures. The second was in several pieces but still only looked like it had been dropped from a few meters high. The third was mostly powdered brick. This time she was testing what would happen if she tried to crush the bricks only using her telekinesis. She imagined outside kinetic force crushing them. The three ones were the results of the amount of effort she exerted on them. The first was without focusing overly much on the brick. The second was a bit more serious, she could only do that to about 20 bricks simultaneously. While the last was when she focused most of her attention on a single brick. She could apply a similar amount of force to a single object as smashing it with a sledgehammer repeatedly would do. She was satisfied with that for now. Her goal was still throwing mountains around. Everyone had to aim high to succeed. She has spent most of her free time testing and practising her powers in the last few days since her date with Jean. Her not-free time mostly involves scamming criminals out of their money. She got an idea of her current limits, but she also realized that said limit seemed to be raising slowly as she trained. She felt like a muscle-brained weightlifter, she was delighted when she felt she could lift more weight. The positive feedback loop of dopamine and training increasing her power quickly grew a bit addicting. She never felt this actively getting better just from effort. And it wasn't like only effort mattered for her powers, the way she imagine constructs and forces directly affected their outcome. Some came out underwhelming while others nearly blew her head off. She had to move to another hotel once her reserved time ended. The receptionist blacklisted her after the fourth broken furniture call. After that, she decided to do the training that tended to break stuff outside. And so she was in a shadier part of New York, in an alley, breaking bricks. She still kept a part of her attention on listening in on the thoughts of surrounding people, you never knew when was something interesting going to turn up. She was proven right when she overheard a conversation at the edge of her range, "...is he dead?" "Yeah, I saw his corpse myself, Fisk was parading it around before throwing it into fresh concrete." "What the fuck, wasn't Fisk the Don's muscle?" "Yeah and now the Don is the 'Foundation' of his 'Own Empire'" Emilia ignore the two men after that, getting all she was interested in. So Wilson Fisk made his entry into the New York underworld. Her phone buzzing in her pocket instantly drew her attention, she only gave a single person her number. "Yes, Jean?" she asked into the phone.
