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Second Song | Video Mirrornet

[ The video comes on with a flicker, a boy obviously early to mid teens at best sits on a stump looking at the camera. Clearly not not dressing like many others here. He's not looking to fit into the society here, not unless it affords him some fun or what he needs.

He wants to be himself, after all. He will not be shaped or moulded as someone so clearly pointed out to him by this land's expectations.

For now though, he appears to be inquisitive, a curious look on his face as he rolls an apple in his hand.]

Tell me, what do you believe is the most powerful thing of all?

[He says it rather casually despite how odd a question it would seem from a boy.]

Humour me. After the ordeal that some of us have endured a distraction would be welcomed.

[ He touches his expression with nothing more than what appears to be a small shadow of sadness across his face. Something to give his audience to cling to, to feel sympathy for. ]

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Power's power. What's it matter what kind it is?

Power without control leads to destruction. Of yourself and the things you hold dear. So, is it truly the only kind there is?

You gonna lecture me on my answer?

No to have a discussion on it. It can be enlightening and perhaps help those who don't fully understand their abilities to harness and master them.

...

Fine. What do you think it is?

There are many things that are powerful. True love, courage, friendship, but I think the strongest thing of all is Belief.

When you believe, you can do anything, achieve anything.

Belief, huh?

If two guys fight, only one of them's gonna win. It doesn't matter who thinks they're stronger.

[ Peter will slip this into private, subtly as he can. ]

Are you quite sure? Belief can move nations, bring legions of soldiers and others behind a single banner for a cause. Be it a god, a concept, or magic.

But, I suppose you have a point. You could probably swat a hand at someone far more normal and destroy them completely. [ He's been spying on you, Tetsuo. Ever since you heard the call of his pipes. He knows things now.

But he will move on with his thoughts. ]

However, what if it's someone's power that is fuelled by belief? What if just thinking they are stronger truly does make them so? Or maybe with that they could create whatever they wish? Brute force can only do so much.

Then that's still power. Belief isn't gonna do anything on its own. It's whoever's behind it that counts.

You have a point, but that said, do you have that kind of belief?

What part of 'belief isn't gonna do anything' don't you get, dumbass? I don't need belief.

[Tetsuo be nice]

[ Wow, rude, Tetsuo. But, at least Peter can be nice. ]

If you say so, but, let me ask you something. What kind of power did this land bless you with?

You wanna know? I can show you.

[Yes please, let him show off how awesome he is, check it out]

Of course. Where would you like to meet?

[ Yes, show him. Show him how bad you are at controlling the gifts you have, how he can use you. ]

[Nothing can possibly go wrong with this.]

Alley behind the arcade. Nonah.

[ At least for Peter anyways. ]

I'll see you soon.

[ And the feed is cut. Peter will be there in moments. He's taking a slightly longer route. Teleporting to the porter, then to heropa and teleporting the rest of the way their in moments. He could just appear there without the fuss, but he needs to at least keep up appearances that he can't magically be wherever he wants.

He'll be waiting in the shadows for Tetsuo to arrive first before he thinks of showing himself.]

[Tetsuo, due to supposedly being on shift at the arcade (read: lounging around with painkillers in a dark side office with a magazine over his face for most of the day), is there pretty quickly. It's the most convenient space possible for him, and close enough to his own territory that hey, he can do what he wants, right?

So, for Tetsuo's perspective, it's only a few minutes before he shows up, leaning against a wall and looking only a little worse for wear.

There's no way he's going to miss the chance to actually show off. None.]

[ Peter gives it a good hour. Waiting and watching. He remains hidden and careful. He can't just appear when Tetsuo does. Peter may have shown off a bit at his camp with his powers, but that was there. Anyone could've thought they just didn't see him.

But, appearing in a whole other city so quickly? Not a good idea.

Then finally he comes out from his spot as if he only just got here. ]

Hello, chum. I hope you weren't waiting long.

Well, you sure took your time.

[He'd be annoyed - okay, there's definitely annoyance there - but at least someone's acknowledging he can do cool things. He can forgive it. This time.]

It takes awhile to get from one city to the next with walking.

[ Peter would let this behaviour slide. After all, he could steal this boy's heart and make him a tool. A use for him against the public and other imPorts that got in his way. This a waiting game, however. Carefully putting pieces into place and what better way than to make himself trusted absolutely?

He gestures to Tetsuo with a sweeping hand motion.]

Care to demonstrate?

[That grin can't get bigger. Like a kid in a store a kid has no business being in, really.]

Yeah... Check this out.

[He shoves himself off the wall, walking slowly forward into the middle of the alleyway, and tenses. It's only been a week at most since he got these; but he thinks he might slowly be getting the hang of it.

He isn't, at all, but don't tell him that.

He slashes his hand out with a yell, nicely tearing up a long line down the pavement. The feedback is almost instantaneous, slashing right through his only halfway-effective medication and instantly lashing back into his mind. That's totally not a very pained wince, shut up.]

[ Peter watches, intrigued at the display, but the rebound of the boy's powers does nothing to impress. He has no control, no grasp on his abilities. He flails at things he doesn't understand and forces them to cooperate.

This is a toddler who plays with a knife without fully understanding the consequences to wielding such a thing.

Still, Peter will give credit where credit is due. ]

Impressive, but sloppy.

Sloppy?!

[Whirling around was a mistake; he practically stumbles. Ugh. He definitely needs to find something a little stronger than what he's got, or something. COME ON, he just tore up stuff with his MIND, what does it TAKE to get a little acknowledgement around here?!]

Hahhh... like to see you do better...

Would you? All right.

[ He says it with nothing more than a smile. A hand he raises and he makes a small gesture to the ground and telekinetically he cleaves the earth in two, the cut being far larger and deeper than Tetsuo's.

Then he lowers it, raising a brow to Tetsuo. That better for you, punk? ]

[What. WHAT?! That's not fair! That's not fair at all. He was banking on this kid not being able to flat out do that, let alone show him up.]

...

[This time, he's not smiling. He grits his teeth, channeling frustration, growing rage and searing pain all together into one more strike against that poor, poor back alley that no one's going to be able to safely drive through for a good while now. It's a lot more powerful this time, with enough force to throw debris a fair distance from him.

This time, his not even aimed strike hits a wall, smashing into it hard and leaving a dent.

Tetsuo's visibly panting from the effort and he can almost see his heartbeat throb in black lines across his eyes but he doesn't care. All that matters is if he did more than that stupid kid did. He's going to win this, whatever this is.]

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