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admemoriam[The feed blinks on, and it's immediately clear that there is a Situation. Noah is pale and jittery, half out of the camera frame, and he may or may not have been crying just a bit. So, just more of the usual for a teen murder victim. However, something new is bothering him tonight.]
Is there anything that can turn off our powers?
[Slowly and clumsily, he turns the camera around, revealing a bedroom. The first thing one might notice is that it's no larger than a closet. But after that, it's clear something is... very wrong with the walls. It almost looks like they're bleeding, right from the drywall, sticky like sap.]
I don't want mine.
[An understatement. He decides not to mention how the bus windows shattered on his way home, and how his doorknob keeps rattling, like someone's trying to get in. Being able to disappear was much better than this.]
Is there anything that can turn off our powers?
[Slowly and clumsily, he turns the camera around, revealing a bedroom. The first thing one might notice is that it's no larger than a closet. But after that, it's clear something is... very wrong with the walls. It almost looks like they're bleeding, right from the drywall, sticky like sap.]
I don't want mine.
[An understatement. He decides not to mention how the bus windows shattered on his way home, and how his doorknob keeps rattling, like someone's trying to get in. Being able to disappear was much better than this.]