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He'd wink and reach his hand forward. The air between them would rip as a hole formed in space and Eric's hand reach inside, pulling out a beautiful Poppy. He'd twirl it in his fingers before handing it over to her as the portal closed.
She quirked an eyebrow at him, a mostly-silent snort passing through her nose at his name for her. It was the tearing through spacetime, though, that really caught her attention.
"Whoa." She accepts the flower, hold it up and smells it. She glances up at him from over the petals.
"Dude you could make a killing robbing banks."
She lowers the Poppy slightly. "Er, you know. If you were so inclined."
"Not to mention what it can do to human flesh," she remarks offhandedly, thinking back to what a single moment of sandsplosion did to Mathew's face. To think what could happen if she kept up the assault...
She shrugs. "But I guess that's why we're here and not out there, huh?" She laughs slightly, inclining her head towards the Academy gates.
"Well, I think out there isn't so bad. I learned how to use my power well enough out there."
And he never did anything too bad out there.
"It's just that in here we are actively making a choice to use our powers for the betterment of society, rather than just for ourselves, or treating it as nothing."
He shrugged.
"I mean we all have our reasons for being here, which is fine." He certainly had his own reasons. "But at the end it doesn't matter if we end up making things a bit better. Ya know?"
"Yeah. It manifested before kindergarten. Parents kind of flipped out and sent me to a bunch of specialists and special needs schools. So being around so many powered people isn't terribly weird I guess."
He always felt weird saying that, because he was always afraid someone was going to think he meant he was mentally slow.
"I was twelve," she says, her eyes getting kind of a distant look as she remembers. Easier times, before her mom's training, before all of this.
"I was kind of a tomboy, spent a lot of time running around outside, you know the drill," she waves, dismissively. "Was always getting dirty. Even when I'd spend most of my days indoors, apparently."
She holds up one finger and extends her other arm. She shakes it a little, and a bit of sand would trickle out of her jacket sleeve. "Didn't take too long to realize that that wasn't normal," she'd laugh.