Here Come Trouble - OTA

[obx_spc_dylan]

A watched pot never boils but Jesse couldn't help himself. He wanted it to be official. He wanted his powers. It was killing him. What would it be? Maybe he would be able to fly. Maybe he'd be able to teleport or shape shift. Maybe he would be a firestarter or super strong. He felt like he was 11 again dreaming up the different possibilities.

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Wrote an blanket apology in OOC but I want to specifically apologize to you. Sorry for suckage.

[obx_spc_dylan]

She had a point. Could he only change food? That didn't sound like much of a power. Likely it would only land him a job with kitchen staff rather than the team but it was something. He wasn't just some boring normal. He wasn't just a grunt. He was one of them.

"Hold on. I'll try something else." He replied as he glanced around the room. What did he want to change? Maybe he should start with something small. It was a process, right? Rome wasn't built in a day. His eyes finally landed on his fork. Just a plain old cheapy stainless steel fork. Now what did he want to turn it into?

Jesse glanced at Sarah then smiled and focused on the fork again. Nothing happened for a good minute. No bending. No moving. It didn't so much as glimmer. Apparently, just thinking of the word wasn't going to work. Then he pictured it.

It was like he could actually see himself holding it. Some strange sort of hallucination before he could feel the metal shift in his hand. Slowly, the flat metal grew rounder. The cold metal grew softer, more like something alive. Then the color started to change, from the bottom moving up, from silver to green. Leaves started sprouting like little arms stretching out and by the time it reached the prongs the top literally blossomed into a picture perfect long stemmed rose. Red to match her lipstick.