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"No. Well. Yes. I talk to Him. But he has never spoken back. I don't know if he can or not. But I trust that he can hear me. And I trust that he knows my sincerity and appreciation for everything he has done for and with me these last fifteen years. And I have faith that he knows that I will always use his gift in a moral and just manner."
More staring as she starts to feel smaller compared to Steve the more he talks. The guy's so moral and upright that she's not sure if she believes it or not. And then he keeps talking and she does believe him for some odd reason.
Still thinking, not talking. Still frowning, brows knitted. How badly had she been messing up this past decade?
She shook the thoughts away at Steve's prompting, gloved fingers running along the ground aroud.
"I got my power when I was about six years old, but I've never had control of it. Ever." Her fingers curl in on themselves as she draws her hand back and places it in her lap.
"It's not pleasant. It's killed people...or I have. I can hurt others with it, but I guess the same can be said of a lot of different powers." She sighs, trying to refocus. "When I came here, to Paradigm, a few different people mentioned it could be due to a sentient power." More frowning as she remembers Fiona telling her to apologize to a piece of fruit. Fruit was her problem.
"If that's the case, then I killed it when I was a kid and haven't known. I've had it for a decade and I don't even know if I should communicate with it, or how. Or if I'd just piss it off more."
He listens and watches her patiently. He'd nod along now and then when appropriate, but from the sounds of it she had a lot that she needed to get out. He'd wait for her to finish and get it out until she was ready to get to her question. He suspected she needed to work herself up to it, or was still formulating it as she talked.
"I guess I just don't know how to communicate with it. How? I have people telling me to apologize to fruit because that's my problem. One of the senior agents wants me to embrace the power I have, but I don't even know how to do that. I've kept myself apart from people for so long, I wouldn't even know what to do with myself if that wasn't a problem." Which it wouldn't be. Her lips twist into a scowl.
"Someone else thinks it's whether or not we have matching agenas, but if that's the case, how the heck am I supposed to know what it wants?"
She opens her mouth to give back a quick retort, but shuts it instead as his words sink in. Was that it? She'd literally been hiding herself and her body from everyone and everything since she was a child, a thing to be feared or controlled to prevent damage. A lot of what she wanted came with heavy restrictions. The Director was the first to ask her this in light of her own actual desires.
"I don't want to be someone people have to stay away from to be safe. I want to walk on grass with bare feet and see if it feels like I remember. I want to be able to hug my father without hesitating, without needing to double check that I'm fully covered so I don't accidentally hurt him. I want to eat something and not taste death when it touches my tongue!" The words come out with all the force of an impassioned teenager.
"I want to be able to be useful with my powers. I want to be a person, not a freak!" She rubs her face with her hands, her voice lowering again.
"You are not a freak. You need to banish that thought from your mind. Such thoughts are toxic to the soul."
It pained him to see her think of herself as such. To see the same loathing and fear of these gifts as when he was her age. Sometimes it felt like things had not come very far at all.
"I'm sorry that I can't lay out a blueprint to bring you to where you want to be. My personal experiences are obviously much different than yours. What I can say is you are not the first to have this challenge and you won't be the last I'm sure. And from what I've seen there is more than one answer to your problem. So just be yourself and work toward what you want. Be sincere and be the kind of person you would want to share a body with. That's my best advice."
She looks at him from between her fingers with a flat gaze, but her hand eventually drops to her lap as she continues to listen. It wasn't helpful in the sense of "you get to point B from this location by route X, but it was something. Sort of. The last part made sense, at least.
"Some make amends and try to connect. Others put themselves in danger so it's forced to comply or die. Do it enough and eventually dominance is achieved. Others try to work it like a muscle and over power it. And some are like me. My power has never rebelled."
"Hmm." She looks at Steve thoughtfully, an idea forming between what he's said as well as what she's been told and seen. She was going to need to visit the cafeteria again, though hopefully with better results than her rooftop excursion. Hopefully she wasn't overthinking things again.
Hopefully.
"Thanks, Director." She leans forward and pushes off her knees to rise to her feet. "I think I understand."
She frowns, not entirely sure she wants to go down this route of conversation. She's heard it before already, but the difference here is that Director Harris still has her respect.
"A lot of things, and not just about my power." She frowned. "Understanding, for one thing, and not just how to use it." She learned to stop wasting time with prayer years ago. It did absolutely nothing.
"Well, I've learned that one can not convert the unwilling. So I will simply say this. Sometimes when we get what we ask for, we don't get what we want. But rather we get the opportunity to achieve our own successes."
"Nobody enjoys hardship, but we all have our own challenges. They are there to help shape us into the people we will become by how we overcome those challenges. And the fact that you are here right now tells me that you have a good heart, and a good soul Miss Jefferson."