Bless her soul, Amelia was on a stroll. Walking through the mansion grounds on Gawain's arm.

What a guy. He'd agreed, on the fly. To show her around and help her figure her mutation out.

She'd been a nothing. A zero. Human. Up until the night prior, then she'd been a hero. She'd have to figure this power out in no time, flat. Because... she didn't want to try and use it next time she needed it, and fall on her face, splat.

As part of the day plan for the Danger Room session and mansion introduction was the tour. So far, it had been pretty good.

What had he shown her all again?

Amelia clung to that arm and contemplated all those things.

Ami suddenly felt a lot more comfortable in the Mansion. She felt like she belonged. She was a mutant now, and not a human girl visiting her boyfriend. It made all the difference in the world, or so it seemed.

He waited for her at the Mansion gates, and showed her around. They took a short walk on the grounds, and then walked back to the building. He knew she was not moving in, but she was going to spend a lot more time here now, so he showed her all the important places - kitchen, common room, offices, library... she already knew his room. And Angua, who took to following them around curiously, sniffing at Ami as if she felt somewhat different.

"Danger Room's downstairs" he explained as they walked "You are gonna like that... That's where we train for missions and stuff."

"I know," Amelia chuckled. "You already showed me. Archery. Remember?"

How could he have forgotten?

Well, she decided, it had been a busy few days.

"I like how you are including me in the 'we', by the way." She commented.

>>"I know. You already showed me. Archery. Remember?"

Damn. His mind was somewhere else when he said that. Can you blame a teenage guy for that? You totally can. But that was not the point. Ami was distracting... that was also not the point.

>>"I like how you are including me in the 'we', by the way."

"I meant the X-team" he chuckled "But sure, you keep practicing, who knows, you might make the team."

Because that would be awesome. Also, a little scary. As the Danger Room door slid open, he took her by the hand and led her in.

"Computer. Lights."

It was going to be more fun this time.

To the danger room, they went. And then, there they were. Which reminded her.

Amelia looked sheepishly to Gawain.

"We still don't know what exactly my power is..." She said quietly.

>>"We still don't know what exactly my power is..."

Gawain smiled back.

"That's what we are here to find out" he nodded "Normally I'd jus put you in a training situation that's intense enough to make you do your thing again, but... I guess you'll have to learn to bring it out on your own. So, for now, just... try."

However she pushed him out of the way of a car... it had to have an explanation. And they were going to find it.

Try... right.

Try...

Hrm. But how?

Her mind turned to what had happened the night prior, when Maya had been in danger. There had been a car... and then... she'd shouted. Thrust out her arms, and... Maya had been pushed out of the way.

She looked to Gawain. "What do you call moving things with your mind...? Should we try that?"

>>"What do you call moving things with your mind...? Should we try that?"

"Telekinesis?" he arched an eyebrow "That's a good bet." it was also kinds of awesome "Well, we could have you try and move stuff with your mind. It's kind of like a Jedi trick, really."

With a grin he gave some commands to the computer, and conjured up a series of globes in a straight line on the floor. They looked like they would start rolling at the smallest contact.

"All right. Focus."

Amelia focused.

Nothing.

She held up a hand, as if to try and force push a globe.

Nothing.

She held up two hands. She crinkled her forehead. She drew her eyebrows together and really focused. Like those guys on that one television show from the animes who charged up their powers for seven episodes, then missed because the boss was hax.

Absolutely nothing, and she felt bad.

"Meh." This was just not working. "I guess it must not be that."

So. What was next? "Wind?"

>>"Meh. I guess it must not be that. Wind?"

"Possible" he nodded, stepping behind her to put his hands on her shoulders "Try to relax. Focusing with force is usually not the way to go about this."

As if he knew. Gender shifting was unconscious, and mirrorwalking felt kind of natural. He didn't even remember learning to use it anymore.

Stepping away and walking in front of her, he looked at Ami.

"All right, wind it is. Try to push me."

What's the worst that can happen, right?

First, focus. Then, relax.

Amelia bowed her head when he told her this. But when he'd stepped in front of her and told her to push him, she had to chuckle a little.

She shook her head.

"I can't focus on force and relax at the same time, you know..." she trailed. That was kind of a contradiction.

How had this worked before?

Amelia held up her arms. Thoughtfully, she said. "When I saved you... I was scared. I held up my arms like this... and... everything was happening so fast. I didn't really focus on it or force it. I didn't relax. I just... wanted to move you. Out of the way. And."

The front of Gawain's shirt pushed in slightly, as if it were being pressed on by invisible hands. But maybe invisible wasn't the right word? Barely visible. Like heat waves off a pavement on a hot day. The hands pressed, and...

"Shoved." Amelia finished the thought. And matched it with a light version of the action. A small smile tugged at the right corner of her mouth.

There. That hadn't been hard at all.

Now, what was it?

>>"I can't focus on force and relax at the same time, you know..."

"Yes you can, young padawan. Try."

Gawain could be a nerd if he really tried.
And, apparently, Ami could be a Jedi...

>>"WhenI saved you... I was scared. I held up my arms like this... and... everything was happening so fast. I didn't really focus on it or force it. I didn't relax. I just... wanted to move you. Out of the way. And...Shoved."

How friggin' awesome is that.

Gawain grinned like an idiot and took a step back; the shove was not strong enough to make him stumble, but it was definitely there.

"Now we're talkin'." he grinned "Now try again, and try to really pay attention to how you are actually doing it..."

Oh, this was fun. Nothing can be as exciting as a new and undiscovered power.
Almost nothing.

Somehow, she'd thought actually using it again would have been harder.

Figuring out what exactly it was, then, was likely to be a snap... if current indications of her thoughts were all thrown in reverse. Scientifically speaking, of course, she seemed to have been wrong. And would likely be wrong again. But hey. Trial and error was a key part in experimentation.

Plus, it was kind of fun.

Matching grin for grin, Amelia tried again.

"So, if it's people-based telekinesis, then... hiyah!" Like a true ninja, Amelia struck out, finger poised and ready to flick Gawain's nose.

The power... did not allow this course of action. Indeed, nothing happened, except... this time, instead of nothing being visible where she'd attempted to use the power, a ghost outline of a hand could vaguely be seen, floating in front of Gawain's face. If she squinted, she could see it... maybe. But it was hard. If she hadn't known what she was looking for. And really, calling it a hand was a stretch. It was more a gaseous blob of something intending to look like a reasonable facsimile of a hand. She blinked at it, and it vanished just as quickly as the other two.

Tricksy hobbits... She arched an eyebrow at where it had been. Gawain's face.

"Did you just see that?" Probably not. If anything, things in front of his face had just gotten... foggy. Or heat-wavery. The latter. If she had to stress and pick a definitive phrase to describe them, it would definitely be 'akin to heat waves'. She shared as such. "Like staring at heat waves off sun-baked concrete."

>>"So, if it's people-based telekinesis, then... hiyah!"

Gawain braced himself for the impact, remembering the shove she gave him when she saved his life... but nothing happened. Gawain squinted, looking at the heat-wave hands hovering in front of his face. Was he out of reach or something?... Weird.

>>"Did you just see that?... Like staring at heat waves off sun-baked concrete."

"Yeah" he nodded, stepping a bit closer "Were those... um, your hands? Can you feel with them?..."

That would be one weird power...

"Try again."

Her hands? Could she... feel with them? That was a good question.

"Let's see..."

Reaching out her focus, she decided she wanted to try and grab something. If it worked, cool. If it didn't... oh well. Nobody need know what she had aimed to grab.

So, she focused. And.

A ghost-hand reached out and patted Gawain's back side.

Oh, hey. It worked. Blush.

"Heh..."