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Betsy and Julio - Sunday Morning
As per this thread, Julio gets training from Betsy in a new aspect of his powers.
Julio frowned and tugged at the blindfold. It was definitely too tight and cutting off blood flow to his brain. He sighed and dropped his hands, feeling more than a little silly. But a new aspect of his powers was worth exploring.
Even if it was with the woman who once threatened him with a katana.
"Stop frowning, Mr. Richter." Betsy circled Julio as she spoke. The clicks of her boots connecting with the floor as she moved. "We are working with a very vital aspect of your abilities and while I do understand your dislike for my method with obvious reasons, it is necessary training."
Julio made a face. "Que?"
"In other words, please stop fidgeting while the telepath doodles in your brain. Accidents happen and it would be a pity for your face to get stuck that way."
The boy blanched and tried to relax, rolling his shoulders as he did so. The accidental discovery of his newfound talent during an extremely early morning and trying to find his way around in the dark was a sign that he was becoming more sensitive as time went by. He wasn't sure if he should be concerned or not.
"So what do I do first?" Julio asked.
"Stop. Talking." Betsy said with a snap of her teeth. "Listen to me, you are very stubborn little man and a sad excuse for a misogynist. But Natural Selection has gifted you with the right recombinant genes to create an ability I actually find myself in awe of despite my personal feelings. I want you to stay still and think of that sensation you described to me earlier." Betsy stopped moving and stood next to him, leaning in barely an inch away from his ear. Her voice softened to barely a whisper and reverberated in his thoughts. "You were walking around in the dark and...."
Julio's brain hit the wall with Betsy's statement. Misogynist? What the hell...? He shook his head and pressed her heels of his hands to his eyes against the blindfold. Just go with it, Ritcher.
"I fell," he said. "I do that a lot, laundry basket was is in the way. But I got up and then I was able to, well, see. Even after I had closed my eyes."
"AND HERE WE ARE!" Betsy's voice boomed in Julio's ear. She grinned mischievously as she moved away from him and continued circling him as she spoke. "We are going to have some fun, Julio. We are going to take advantage of this talent and make it work for you. No more accidents. No more misfires. Which is why I've brought you into the teacher's lounge. You feel so much as a shimmy and the books will come tumbling down. There's also enough items in here to make it difficult for you to walk without it hurting a dreadful bit."
She was a sadist, that was what she was. A completely crazy sadist. A telepathic sadist to boot. Julio rubbed his ear and tried to curb the urge to jump and cling to the light fixture like a frightened cat. He tried to take a couple of steps and bashed his shin against the coffee table.
"Fuck, ow, I still can't see anything."
"Entirely the point," Betsy said from the far end of the room. #Just hold onto that moment. Remember the dark. I'll handle the rest.#
The minute Julio's mind danced around the memory, Betsy brought it to the forefront of his thoughts. She forced it to open up and when it settled she pushed at the intensity of it without alluding to Julio what she was doing. She replayed the minor event a few times to understand the dynamic between Julio's conscious and unconscious mind. Satisfied, she called out to him. "Alright, try to make your way to me."
The effect was so strange. Like being able to see entirely around himself. Except it wasn't seeing, there was only a perception of space. Slowly, and stumbling a little, Julio made his way across the room to Betsy. He paused in front of an ottoman, and pushed that sense again, sending out a subtle vibration and causing the china in the cabinet to rattle slightly. It was a little like radar. He side-stepped the ottoman with ease and then stopped in front of Betsy.
"Impressive," Betsy said with a smug expression. "Now, faster." She then took one step backwards reared back her right hand and took a swipe at Julio's face. The moves were slightly telegraphed but still fast and packed enough punch behind them to hurt.
Julio's senses screamed at him, and he ducked out of the way, the years of self-defense and fight training taking hold. He dodged two more attacks, with an almost preternatural grace.
Betsy smiled at that and kept with the offensive but slowly pulled back her presence in his mind. The sense memory still preserved, she simply watched as Julio relied on his new found abilities to dodge her attacks. Like a child finally learn to ride their bike without their training wheels or that steady hand on their back, Julio moved with a speed that belied his lack of sight and Betsy found herself laughing as she continued her attack. "Will you spend your time dodging my attacks or are you man enough to hit me."
Julio sighed inwardly. This was going to hurt.
He ducked under her arm and made to do a low leg sweep, and when that was blocked used his momentum to aim a jab at her unguarded side.
Blocking the blow, Betsy grabbed Julio's arm and twisted his wrist with her right hand. She leaned her weight forward, forcing Julio to follow her and then brought her knee to his gut before releasing his wrist watching him fall backwards. "Very impressive," Betsy said after a moment, studying Julio from the ground.
The boy winced and put a hand on his stomach. "Bueno," he grunted and then pushed up his blindfold. He blinked a few times to clear his vision. "That was so weird," he said, rubbing the spot between his eyes with the heel of his hand.
"Was it?" Betsy asked as she offered the young man her hand.
He winced as she pulled him to his feet. "Yes, it was like, surround sound? But it was vision? How do you get used to something like that?"
"You might not ever become accustomed to the sensation," Betsy said, after a moment. She sighed. "Through unusual circumstances, I received an ability to focus my telepathy." She stared at her right hand as a bright coalescing of violet light formed the psi-blade. Extending her hand, Betsy moved it left to right. "At first, I thought I'd never use this talent, let alone grow 'use' to it but after a while, it has become almost second nature."
Julio nodded and sat on the ottoman, tossing the blindfold in-between his hands."It is strange, finding out new ways to use your powers. At least it is useful, que no?"
"It is that," Betsy said, the sound of awe returning to her voice "The ability to see when many cannot. I envy you,Julio. You have the gift to know the path before you when others are blind to it. The question is, will you be willing to see where this path leads?"
He shrugged. "I think I am. I know I am," he looked up at Betsy. "This is going to involve you kicking my ass some more, isn't it?" he said wearily.
"Yes but don't worry," Betsy said placing her hand on Julio's shoulder and taking the blindfold from his hands. "I'll make sure there aren't any witnesses."
Julio frowned and tugged at the blindfold. It was definitely too tight and cutting off blood flow to his brain. He sighed and dropped his hands, feeling more than a little silly. But a new aspect of his powers was worth exploring.
Even if it was with the woman who once threatened him with a katana.
"Stop frowning, Mr. Richter." Betsy circled Julio as she spoke. The clicks of her boots connecting with the floor as she moved. "We are working with a very vital aspect of your abilities and while I do understand your dislike for my method with obvious reasons, it is necessary training."
Julio made a face. "Que?"
"In other words, please stop fidgeting while the telepath doodles in your brain. Accidents happen and it would be a pity for your face to get stuck that way."
The boy blanched and tried to relax, rolling his shoulders as he did so. The accidental discovery of his newfound talent during an extremely early morning and trying to find his way around in the dark was a sign that he was becoming more sensitive as time went by. He wasn't sure if he should be concerned or not.
"So what do I do first?" Julio asked.
"Stop. Talking." Betsy said with a snap of her teeth. "Listen to me, you are very stubborn little man and a sad excuse for a misogynist. But Natural Selection has gifted you with the right recombinant genes to create an ability I actually find myself in awe of despite my personal feelings. I want you to stay still and think of that sensation you described to me earlier." Betsy stopped moving and stood next to him, leaning in barely an inch away from his ear. Her voice softened to barely a whisper and reverberated in his thoughts. "You were walking around in the dark and...."
Julio's brain hit the wall with Betsy's statement. Misogynist? What the hell...? He shook his head and pressed her heels of his hands to his eyes against the blindfold. Just go with it, Ritcher.
"I fell," he said. "I do that a lot, laundry basket was is in the way. But I got up and then I was able to, well, see. Even after I had closed my eyes."
"AND HERE WE ARE!" Betsy's voice boomed in Julio's ear. She grinned mischievously as she moved away from him and continued circling him as she spoke. "We are going to have some fun, Julio. We are going to take advantage of this talent and make it work for you. No more accidents. No more misfires. Which is why I've brought you into the teacher's lounge. You feel so much as a shimmy and the books will come tumbling down. There's also enough items in here to make it difficult for you to walk without it hurting a dreadful bit."
She was a sadist, that was what she was. A completely crazy sadist. A telepathic sadist to boot. Julio rubbed his ear and tried to curb the urge to jump and cling to the light fixture like a frightened cat. He tried to take a couple of steps and bashed his shin against the coffee table.
"Fuck, ow, I still can't see anything."
"Entirely the point," Betsy said from the far end of the room. #Just hold onto that moment. Remember the dark. I'll handle the rest.#
The minute Julio's mind danced around the memory, Betsy brought it to the forefront of his thoughts. She forced it to open up and when it settled she pushed at the intensity of it without alluding to Julio what she was doing. She replayed the minor event a few times to understand the dynamic between Julio's conscious and unconscious mind. Satisfied, she called out to him. "Alright, try to make your way to me."
The effect was so strange. Like being able to see entirely around himself. Except it wasn't seeing, there was only a perception of space. Slowly, and stumbling a little, Julio made his way across the room to Betsy. He paused in front of an ottoman, and pushed that sense again, sending out a subtle vibration and causing the china in the cabinet to rattle slightly. It was a little like radar. He side-stepped the ottoman with ease and then stopped in front of Betsy.
"Impressive," Betsy said with a smug expression. "Now, faster." She then took one step backwards reared back her right hand and took a swipe at Julio's face. The moves were slightly telegraphed but still fast and packed enough punch behind them to hurt.
Julio's senses screamed at him, and he ducked out of the way, the years of self-defense and fight training taking hold. He dodged two more attacks, with an almost preternatural grace.
Betsy smiled at that and kept with the offensive but slowly pulled back her presence in his mind. The sense memory still preserved, she simply watched as Julio relied on his new found abilities to dodge her attacks. Like a child finally learn to ride their bike without their training wheels or that steady hand on their back, Julio moved with a speed that belied his lack of sight and Betsy found herself laughing as she continued her attack. "Will you spend your time dodging my attacks or are you man enough to hit me."
Julio sighed inwardly. This was going to hurt.
He ducked under her arm and made to do a low leg sweep, and when that was blocked used his momentum to aim a jab at her unguarded side.
Blocking the blow, Betsy grabbed Julio's arm and twisted his wrist with her right hand. She leaned her weight forward, forcing Julio to follow her and then brought her knee to his gut before releasing his wrist watching him fall backwards. "Very impressive," Betsy said after a moment, studying Julio from the ground.
The boy winced and put a hand on his stomach. "Bueno," he grunted and then pushed up his blindfold. He blinked a few times to clear his vision. "That was so weird," he said, rubbing the spot between his eyes with the heel of his hand.
"Was it?" Betsy asked as she offered the young man her hand.
He winced as she pulled him to his feet. "Yes, it was like, surround sound? But it was vision? How do you get used to something like that?"
"You might not ever become accustomed to the sensation," Betsy said, after a moment. She sighed. "Through unusual circumstances, I received an ability to focus my telepathy." She stared at her right hand as a bright coalescing of violet light formed the psi-blade. Extending her hand, Betsy moved it left to right. "At first, I thought I'd never use this talent, let alone grow 'use' to it but after a while, it has become almost second nature."
Julio nodded and sat on the ottoman, tossing the blindfold in-between his hands."It is strange, finding out new ways to use your powers. At least it is useful, que no?"
"It is that," Betsy said, the sound of awe returning to her voice "The ability to see when many cannot. I envy you,Julio. You have the gift to know the path before you when others are blind to it. The question is, will you be willing to see where this path leads?"
He shrugged. "I think I am. I know I am," he looked up at Betsy. "This is going to involve you kicking my ass some more, isn't it?" he said wearily.
"Yes but don't worry," Betsy said placing her hand on Julio's shoulder and taking the blindfold from his hands. "I'll make sure there aren't any witnesses."
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