Xaviers!

"Shit. She's onto me. Her and the room mate know my ulterior motive to turn them all into fun havers. Abort mission."

She rolls her eyes.

"You did not just compare me to Molly."

"Well you're friendlier and less screamy like. But still super serial."

"Serial?" She asks, cocking her head in confusion.

"Serious business. All you team types are serious business."

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad."

"Iiiiii dunnnoooo sis. What kinda grades you get?"

"I don't see how that's relevant."

"Because you ain't stupid, which indicates to me the only reason you're not saying is because you don't want to prove me right." She replied, visibly fighting off a smug grin and failing.

"That doesn't mean I can't be fun."

"Arguing semantics is also super fun." Sarcasm now. Dry at that.

"I'm just starting to doubt your requirements for fun-having."

"People who worry about how others view them do not have fun. I don't worry about that too much." Statement now, not a joke. She didn't seem angry, just matter of fact.

"Easy enough to say, I guess. Telepathy makes picking scabs like that always within arm's reach."

"That's exactly why you gotta stop cultaviting you field of fucks given." Emilie noted.

" People who are good at classifying this kinda thing tell me I have a thick mental barrier keeping people like you back. I suppose it makes sense, given my powers are telekinetic based that I have a remote, vague telepathic one as well. They tend to go hand in hand from what I have seen. That is why you may not be hearing much from me now.

However, not everyone is me and polite or good enough to push you out. So wouldn't you say that not what they think of you probably a good skill to practice? Bonus: you get to have more fun."

"I'm not opposed to the idea, aye? It's not like I want to be worried all the time."

"Well yea. I can appreciate it isn't an overnight process. But if people like me don't remind you, you might forget and start giving fucks to anyone who will take them. I am keepin' ya on point. Yer welcome."

"And I guess... this probably sounds like a silly worry to anyone but me, but did you ever worry that you wouldn't recognize yourself after going through with something?"

"You may not.

But is the person you are now the same person you envisioned yourself being when you were a child? If not, then why would you expect the person you are twenty years on to be the person you are right in this instant?

People always have some static and fixed character qualities. These qualities will be the same about them no matter the situation, because it is the core of whom they are. It is their 'spirit' if you will.

But other qualities about them are more malleable. That is the nature of humanity. You changing does not make you any less you."

"Well... you remember me mentioning the shapeshifting, aye?"

"In a lot of ways, this is me trying to be the same person I was before my powers."

This actually caused Emilie to pause for a moment, but why she was so deep in thought wasn't obvious to Sam. She was definitely thinking about something though, as she was chewing on her lip with her brow furrowed.

The truth was that she knew exactly what it was Sam was being so vague about, But she could offer no further insight to the girl without tipping her hand. She got into these predicaments sometimes.

A thought occured to her. "Are you religious?" She already knew the answer, but she had to provoke it out of Sam in order to be able to continue.

"I go to mass every Sunday."

"The universe too has it's will, it's spirit. I believe one makes their one destiny, but within the parameters of what that entity in question must obey.

Your problem is your parameters. You cannot escape them. Trying is an effort of futility. But have faith that your God would not allow this to happen if it wasn't meant to for some reason."

"I suppose it's not for me to question, but I just can't wrap my head around the idea that I'm supposed to be... this."

Emilie laughed. " Trust me when I say if anyone had told me I would become what I am, I would not have believed it either."

"You're kind of owning it, what with the piercings and the hair and all that."

Emilie grinned again. Compliments were always appreciated. " Thank you. Owning it is the only way to survive it."

"Just something that catches the eye. Quite a few people around here that are... well, more rock and roll than me."

Emilie shrugged. "Not everyone can or should be rock and roll. Some people are smooth jazz, some people are the blues. Some people are juggalos, those ones annoy me but that is neither here or there. If we were all rock and roll, there would be no Normies to freak out.

And then we'd have to become straight so there'd be so.e balance. I don't look good in ties." she laughed.

"Well I don't think it's that weird that a lot of people wish they were a little more... whatever."

"Everyone wishes they were a little more something, but we can't be everything, right?

Cherish the good things in you, don't worry about the things you lack. Friends are there to pick up the slack."

"And now you're rhyming."

"Admittedly, that was like, waaaaay more Suessical than I intended but it was already out of my mouth and you can't backspace at that point." She laughed again.

"Is there a camera somewhere around here? Am I being 'punked'?"

"no, but that would be AWESOME. I'm not that cool though. I feel bad when I prank people."

"Just a little hard to not feel like you're winding me up, aye?"

"No offense."

"If that's anything like pulling your leg, it's probably because I don't take much seriously. In fact, I can only think of one thing I take all that seriously.

I think you learned types call it nonchalant."