“Miss, please, you’re making a fool of yourself.” The young psychic sent another wave of emotion towards me.
“Ha!” She screamed, “Let’s see how your mental defences stand up against this, you old fuck!” Like waves crash upon a rocky beach, her attack briefly pressed against my mind, then failed without making a difference.
“Please, Miss Mirage. Calm down. We’re here to talk about your problems, not ineffectually bludgeon them.” She finally gave up, plopping down on the couch with her arms crossed. “Very good,” I said, smiling indulgently. “Now, why are you trying to kill me?” She sulked, and looked away.
“I wasn’t trying to kill you,” she muttered, “just control you.” I continued to smile, though I was groaning inwardly. /Fucking control freak psychics. Was I like that when I was younger?/
“And why is that? I’m here to help you, not hurt you.” She leapt up.
“I don’t need any help,” she shouted, fists clenched, “and especially not from an old fuck like you!” I withheld my grin, and leaned forward.
“Is that why I sense death in your near future?” Suddenly, all the wind left her sails. She flopped down on the couch, staring at me.
“Mirage, this is basic stuff. Psychics can use telekinesis, telepathy, forced telepathy, mind control, precognition, and possession. Each psychic has a specialty, which determines how proficient they are at each of the categories. The only exception to this is general psychics, which are equally proficent in all of them. Interestingly, this is what you claimed to be, when you took the name Dagny. We can go over that another time. Now, I, like you, specialize in forced telepathy. My official specialization is stealth telepathy, yours is sensory illusions. Now, I’m no precognition expert, which is why I can’t give you details, but I sense a lot of death in your near future.” /Did that work? Is she going to cooperate now?/ I used my power to worm my way into her mind, trying to get a sense of her emotions. I sighed.
“Don’t fuck with me!” She screamed, jumping up again and mentally attacking me. /Guess not./ I made a note on my pad, then forced her assault back.
“Mirage, we’ll end today’s session today. I want you to think about how you responded to dealing with someone you can’t control. I haven’t lied to you today, so I’ll leave you with a few more thoughts. First of all, you underestimate the mental fortitude and depth your teammates have. Second, I don’t think your relationship with Crane is healthy.” She paused for a second, processing what I said. As it sunk in, I felt the rage build up in her mind.
“Get out of my head!” She shouted, clasping her hands over her head, “AAAAAHHH!”
“Karma’s a bitch,” I muttered, almost soft enough to escape her notice.
“I take it you’d prefer if I kept my voice down?” I looked up at my newest patient.
“I beg your pardon?” I asked politely, readjusting my spectacles.
“Well, you just had a session with Olivia the screamer, I’m figuring your ears are a little sensitive right now.” Astonished, I stared at the speaker.
“Exile, I presume? Your teammates spoke, for the most part, highly about you and your deductive capabilities.” She sat down on the couch, nodding.
“Please, I’d prefer Sarah. And of course it’s me, I’m your appointment for now.” /Clever girl… she’s the leader in reality, if not in name./ She continued, “So, Will spoke the highest of me, then Jay, and the ‘for the most part’ is due to Olivia’s scathing report. Am I right?” I found myself grinning.
“On all accounts. Sure you’re not a psychic?” She mirrored my grin.
“Positive. I just pay attention. By the way, your professional demeanor slipped. You might want to fix that.” I frowned, straightening my back.
“Nice catch, Sarah. So, since you seem to be rather knowledgeable about what should be happening, what do you hope to get out of these sessions?”
“Actually, I’d like to talk about my teammates. I want to get someone else’s perspective on them.” I paused for a moment, considering her request.
“I’m supposed to have client confidentiality, but I suppose, in this case, I could make an exception…” She leaned forward.
“Excellent. I’d like to start with Everest, and his inability to…” As she spoke, I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into…
“I dunno, not much for me. I was doing well in school, good home life, had plenty of friends, and then one of them flipped out and started trying to kill people. I triggered, and well, the rest is history.” I raised my eyebrow.
“You are a terrible liar. You do realize that there is information in your file that directly contradicts what you just said, right?” He stopped his constant shifting for a moment, and looked at me.
“Really? What’s my file say?” I rummaged around in my bag to make it seem like I hadn’t been reading it right before he came in. When I judged a decent amount of time had passed, I pulled out the file from the front of the bag and flipped through it.
“You lived alone, somehow paying for an apartment despite lacking a legal occupation, estranged from your parents and most of your friends. In fact, of your closest friends, all but one triggered.” He seemed surprised. After a moment, he nodded.
“Yeah, I suppose that’s true. I hadn’t even realized. Well, no one knows what is going on with Cyner. He might have been a superhuman all along. And John isn’t a para, but I just met him. What do you think that means, Freud?”
“I noticed you used the present tense for Cyner. He’s the one who disappeared, right? He was declared dead a while ago. Wh-” He cut me off with a wave of his hand.
“Cyner’s not dead. He’s not the sort to die easily.” /Exactly what I wanted you to say, Zeta…/
“He also had an apartment with no income. Does your certainty of his survival have anything to do with how you paid for your living space?” His eyes narrowed. “I have two theories, Zeta. The first, and the less likely, is that your proximity grants the potential for powers. It’s not impossible, but it doesn’t exactly fit with the rest of your powers. The latter, and Rune agrees with me on this one, is that part of your secondary powerset is the ability to sense latent potential.” He laughed, stretching his legs out in front of himself and resting them on a nearby cabinet.
“Secondary powerset? Do tell.” I leaned forward, eager despite myself to share my theory.
“I haven’t figured out everything yet, but you have your main combat power… or powers, as it seems, though my intuition tells me something is off about those, and a secondary, less flashy powerset. Rune and I agree you have a type of low level pre-cognition that allows you to see about a chronoton in the future, at least while in combat. There’s the subconscious sensing ability, and a few oddities in your musculature that dull pain and increase muscular growth.” Zeta idly picked at his jacket.
“Interesting theory. What’s a chronoton?” I hesitated.
“I’ll let the Watchmaker tell you about that, when you’re ready to meet him. I couldn’t do it justice.” I saw anger flash across his face, and I felt the rage and bloodlust without even trying. Taking a deep breath, I broached the subject.
“I’ve also been meaning to talk to you about your anger iss-” I froze. “Another time, then.” He let the fire die away, and rubbed his face.
“Sorry. Sensitive topic. I’ll try to talk about it next session, okay?” Slowly, I nodded.
“Yeah. Sure. I’ll await it… eagerly.”