Power Swap: OHMAHGAWD
Oct 21, 2010 1:33:05 GMT -5
Post by Jared Park on Oct 21, 2010 1:33:05 GMT -5
Jared promptly returned the tight squeeze Ann gave him. That is, until he felt something odd. He was expecting a full blow of fears the moment Ann’s arms touched his (he was only returning the favor in an effort to act a bit more normal and remove his thought from the matter) and he was surprised when he felt nothing. None. Not even a weak stray fear. It’s as if Ann was then, nothing. It confused him really. He couldn’t be the one responsible for that, especially since he could still feel Anna’s fears and those around them (albeit a bit weaker). Then it hit him. Ann was talking about being some sort of a telepath, right? Could it be possible that she’s sensed his (or his powers’) prodding and suddenly heightened her defense? (So far, no matter how odd it may seem, the suddenly ‘blankness’ of Ann’s fear reading gave Jared hope that he can possibly control his urges, or it is possible to appear blank to his ‘fear’ sense).
He politely backed off from the hug, giving Ann one final squeeze (he’s not scared of touching her anymore, for the moment) before releasing his hold. “Thanks Ann,” said Jared, “I’m glad you’re happy with your newfound power. I really am.” Well, part of him is. Another part of him is envious because of the good fortune she’s apparently having while Jared’s suffering. While he knew it wasn’t really that healthy of a thought, especially since Ann’s a nice friend, he just can’t help it (much like his urges). He’s human after all.
When Anna mentioned something about the level of control, he unconsciously tilted his head, giving the other girl a look of confusion at the same time enlightenment. Jared sees himself as having fairly decent control over his new powers (as he transforms willingly) and the urges as ‘simple’ side effects; he never tried seeing the urges as part of his power, not as a side effect (if that made any sense). Not that he had a lot of time studying about his new power, but he thinks he should’ve known better. “I hope I can control it soon, I don’t know how long I can live like this,” he shrugged, “Do you think this’ll be permanent?”
Letting his guard down (against his urges) when he couldn’t get a ‘reading’ on Ann was a bad idea, a bad idea indeed. As he was busy talking with the two girls, the ‘fingers’ of his powers were busy crawling up and about, slowly peering into Anna’s head, slowly filling the little boy the urge to transform and munch on all the emotions the old dreamwalker had.