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[Lottie just loved the changing seasons, particularly fall. Actually, she loved them all, often changing her favorite a few times throughout the year. But as of right now, it was most definitely autumn

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[Syndrome was outside--but quite a ways away, when he happened to glance to his right and see a tree topple. Intrigued, he flied over to see a distressed blonde. Who he recognizes.

Don't mind him, hovering six feet in the air and gaping at you, Lottie.]

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[She doesn't see him at first, but a flying ginger is sort of hard to miss.]

O-oh... Mistah Syndrome... this isn't what it looks like...

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[Still staring, wide-eyed.] It's not?

Because to me? What it looks like is completely and totally fantastic.

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Fantastic? But I knocked down a tree on accident! I killed it.

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If that's what you can do on accident--just imagine what you could do if you really put your mind to it, Lottie.

I mean, that tree was probably over EIGHTY years old--and you completely decimated it in eight SECONDS! [He lands and starts walking towards her, hands gesturing expressively and grinning.] Seriously, doll. You have potential.

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I do...? [Hm... that's flattering, at least...]

But what can I do with supah strength anyways?

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What can you do? Sweetheart--you can do anything you want.

I'm only miffed that I didn't get to see your powers in action. [He smirks and has obviously had a Brilliant Idea.] ...Could you show me?

Try it again. On that tree over there. [He gestures to his left.] But this time really give it your all. I won't let anyone get hurt...trust me. [And he crosses his heart as he says it.]

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Anythin'? Hm... Well, I s'pose I could give it anothah try, 'specially if you're keepin' an eye on things.

[She stands firm for a second, as if she's trying to visualize how to run, where to hit the tree, what angle. But she's really trying to convince herself it's just a tree; no feelings, no worries. She steps out of her heels, and then daintily sprints towards said tree.

She gives it her all, imagining the tree having Facilier's face, punching the tree as hard as she possibly could. The majority of where she hit burst into fine splinters, dust, and a mist of sap, while the rest of the tree was sent flying. It was impossible for Lottie to tell where it landed, but it took out a large number of other trees in the process. By the time the dust even settled enough to see the slightest bit, it was obvious there was nothing but a path of destruction.

Shocked at her own strength, she stood there, flabbergasted for a minute. Finally, she looked back at Syndrome.] Did I... do good?

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[And when she looked back, and the noise stopped from falling trees and branches--she would hear Syndrome's raucous laughter.]

LOTTIE. [He abruptly grabs her hands to inspect them. Personal space WHAT. Sorry, not a concern when he's this pumped.] Not a scratch!

You are seriously incred--amazing. I mean, and that was all without training! [He releases her hands, happily surveys the damage again.] I think it's time for a little private tutoring. [Syndrome turns to face her, raising an eyebrow.] Imagine it--never having to be scared of anyone. Ever again.

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[A small tinge of peach colors her cheeks when he grabs her hands. And no worries about personal space; Lottie doesn't really have it either.]

Private tutorin'? What'd you got in mind?

Wait, nevah scared evah again? [With all the "monsters" and Mist, that sounds like a damn good deal.]

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Never, ever again. [He is grinning. Probably too much. But this is just so, so perfect and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to not cackle.]

I can teach you how to hone your strength. How to intimidate. And how to control your powers so that these little "accidents"--as entertaining as they may be--don't happen any more.

Aren't you tired of being frightened by people like Shadowman?

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But if I intimidate, wont I be th'one scarin' people? [She has nothing to nitpick about learning control, in fact, she's excited by the prospect.]

Well, yes...

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No, no [He shakes his head, still smiling.], there's a huge difference between scaring someone and warranting their respect. And it's that kind of intimidation that I want to teach you. [That is...not the definition of "intimidate." But he figures Lottie won't really argue it. He lays a hand on her arm and smiles for reassurance.] The good kind.

Now--[Syndrome turns to face the wreckage]--we need to figure out what to do with this little crime scene.

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OOOH! Good is good. I like th'sound of that, then!

I have no idea what t'do 'bout it... there's so many l'il pieces...

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Course you do. [Syndrome nods his head and smiles, and it's only the slightest bit imposing. He just likes when people agree with him, and she seems fairly easy to sway to his own thought processes.]

Don't worry about the little pieces. It's the big ones that are gonna cause the most trouble. [He shrugs and sizes it up--he couldn't miss an opportunity to show off, now could he?] No worries though...that's what I'm here for, after all. To help you. [And with that, he points his finger towards the disaster area, a blue beam of light encircling the largest portions of the trees. He lifts them in the air as if they're weightless, and using the zero-point energy beam as a whip, flings them into the far off distance...with no care as to where they land or what they hit. He just knows they're off the grounds.]

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[Lottie watches in awe, "ooh"ing and "ah"ing every now and then.]

That's amazin', Mistah Syndrome! Really! You're jus' th'bees knees! What else can you do?