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“I’m not able to get out of the city much these days,” she confessed. “It can be — overwhelming. I’m not as in control as I’d like to be, and there’s — ” She hated having to say this. She wanted the professor to like her, but responsibility insisted she warn him properly. She sighed. “My body doesn’t cope with external emotions well. Either the extra energy is routed through my muscles — convulsions — or I have to use it up another way. I divert it into fire.” She held out a hand, and a little tongue of flame appeared, dancing and twisting in her palm.
He nodded, expression understanding. Having control over one’s powers could be difficult. Especially when those gifts were of the mental variety. “Of course. Of course. That’s understandable.” His brow furrowed slightly as she continued. If he was being honest, there was a level of concern there. “Extra energy? That can be rather dangerous, yes?” Azure eyes widened slightly at the small flame that licked at the air above her palm. “Remarkable.” The professor was never without wonder when it came to mutations. Each was as intricately unique as the beings that possessed them. Still, the wrinkle in his forehead did not ease. “Are you able to control these flames? Do they ever get out of hand?”
She shook her head, closing that hand. The fire vanished. “I have to consciously — well, for given values of consciously — focus to divert it into fire. It’s me. The fire. It’s me, it’s mine. It does what I say.” Summer pressed her lips together for a minute, trying to find the right words again.
“The fire isn’t the problem. It’s projection, and convulsions, and — ” What had she even been hoping to accomplish? “I just thought you should know,” she said lamely. “In case I go wrong.” In case I lose someone, and my mind with them, she meant, but couldn’t bring herself to say.
She shrugged. “There’s careful, and then there’s hermit. Either way. I figured it was only polite to let the telepath know there’s an empath in his area.” She looked down at her hands and added, “In case I /really/ lose it one day.”
He chuckled with good nature. The professor was able to tease himself now and again. “Come along, dear. Certainly Weschester isn’t so far off of the radar?” The stranger mentioned her gifts and he nodded, impressed. “An empath, hm? Remarkable. I’ve only met a handful over the years. Quite the extraordinary gift you have, love.” He quirked an eyebrow. “Lose it?”
“I’m not able to get out of the city much these days,” she confessed. “It can be — overwhelming. I’m not as in control as I’d like to be, and there’s — ” She hated having to say this. She wanted the professor to like her, but responsibility insisted she warn him properly. She sighed. “My body doesn’t cope with external emotions well. Either the extra energy is routed through my muscles — convulsions — or I have to use it up another way. I divert it into fire.” She held out a hand, and a little tongue of flame appeared, dancing and twisting in her palm.
iamthefirechild said: “Because, Mr Xavier, I thought it was time I introduced myself. You can be a bit hard to locate.”
He nodded, it wasn’t untrue. “Indeed I can be. One can never be too careful, no?” He lifted the bottle to his lips once more, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “Do you mind if I inquire as to why you sought me out, dear?”
She shrugged. “There’s careful, and then there’s hermit. Either way. I figured it was only polite to let the telepath know there’s an empath in his area.” She looked down at her hands and added, “In case I /really/ lose it one day.”