They think they know my thoughts [Open]

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Characters: Maes Hughes and YOU
Location: Here there and everywhere. (Tag in location, and he'll so be there. 8D)
Time: Sunday eveningish.
Content: Exploring, shoving random pictures into peoples' faces Making friends!
Format: Whatever you want! 1st, 3rd, Action, Prose... Anything goes!

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[past_returns]

Jeremie was just leaving the library, a stack of illusion and telekinesis books in his arms. He'd been practicing some of the focusing techniques in both which seemed to help some. Still, he wasn't quite ready to start walking around with his gloves off in case he touched someone.

He wasn't paying much attention to the people around him as he walked.

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Hughes only noticed Jeremie too late, what with being distracted by his own thoughts and all. A collision was inevitable. Unless...

Well... he always prided himself on being fast thinking. So, he only managed to graze the boy with a slight bump before passing through him with ease.

...It never stopped being weird. Especially when you were going through a person.

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Jeremie yelped, scooting as far away as possible before staring at Hughes as if staring right through him. His books dropped to the ground. He shook all over.

Touching was bad. Touching was very, very bad. But he hadn't touched the guy, had he? Did phasing count?

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"Hey... are you alright? You look like you've seen-"

...A ghost.

Well, phasing was sort of supernatural-looking, wasn't it? And if the poor kid wasn't used to it...

He should've been more sensitive than that. He ran over, placing a reassuring hand on Jeremie's shoulder.

"It's all right, I promise. It really is fine."

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Jeremie nearly jumped out of his skin at the hand. He stared at it as if it were some sort of brand that would burn through his clothing to his flesh.

"P-Please don't touch me, sir," he asked, viciously stamping down the first instinct to bolt. "I don't want to be rude and see things I shouldn't..."

Right now, his power seemed content to just let him be. He'd seen this guy's announcement of being the new Chemistry teacher (along with a picture of his daughter?) and he really didn't want to make a teacher angry for accidentally spying on their memories.

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Upon seeing his reaction, Hughes gave the boy a warm smile, instantly understanding. If he was worried about things that Jeremie might see, it was only for the boy's sake.

After all, he'd seen some pretty horrible things.

"It's fine, you know. Former government, and they've started to train everyone on psychic resistance.

Unless you're crazy-powerful. But even then, I might be able to hold out just a bit."

At least on guarding the country's national secrets. Yet another reason for pushing the Mutant Registration act.

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Jeremie shrugged a little. "I'm not sure, sir. Sometimes it's weak and I see shades, echoes. But other times..."

The vivid image of a man standing over his wife and beating her to death flitted through his mind, and the boy shuddered.

"...it gets bad. Really bad."

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Hughes frowned, knowing just what sort of things people were capable of. No one should ever have to do that.

No one.

"At least you're learning to control it, right? If the person knows about it, can they help to pick the memory?"

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Jeremie nodded to the first question before shrugging for the second. "Never tried. The last time there was any sort of 'focus' was when me and...another student...had a weird feedback loop of powers, but even then there wasn't any real control."

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"Would it help if someone thought about a memory you'd like?" Hughes asked.

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Jeremie looked a little less shell-shocked. There was something relaxing about this man, sort of like his father who was--sadly--back in France.

He shrugged again. "I don't know. There's a lot I don't get about it."

He crouched down to re-stack his books.