For me, it's like....[She gently touches her palm to the side of her head and closes her eyes, concentrating. When she opens them, her eyes will be a bright red that appears to glow faintly.]
My eyes do this. And then, I was looking at the person and...They started to act uncomfortable. Their posture shifted, as if like, they suddenly felt weird. I think I may have...done something to them? If that even makes sense.
I don't think I was doing anything, I was just feeling kind of out of it because I was in the hospital.
Okay, just...sit still, I guess.[And it's weird, because she was definitely expecting one. Ayano squints slightly as she leans in towards Kyouko, because if the power comes from her eyes, it stands to reason to being closer would make it work better, right?
So Ayano starts to concentrate on being in the hospital, the way that she felt, how she had to deal with all of the nagging and stabbing pains all over her body. The agitation, the frustration...And the more she concentrates on this, and the longer she keeps her focus on Kyouko, the more those feeling of agitation will start to seep into Kyouko's own heart. Similar memories of Kyouko's may start to bubble up to the surface out of nowhere, as the feeling of frustration and uncomfortabiltiy continues to pull on her head and heart out of nowhere.]
[ ...well, kyouko was waiting for something to happen, and to feel "uncomfortable", so she monitors herself closely. even frustrated and uncomfortable her expression is calm and neutral, and she focuses on logic when she can reach it. ]
Birthday party...I was fourteen, and...[Is she...? Ayano tries to mentally connect the dots, but it's probably better to leave these things up to Kyouko, anyway. Keeping in her concentration, she centers in on the memory of the birthday when she walked downstairs and her parents surprised her with the redone basement, giant couch and all. The joy, the overwhelming excitement and greateful nice. A smile sneaks on to her face as she remembers the later parts of that evening, sitting alone with her friends and telling secrets––feeling accepted for the first time since moving back to Recollé...
The previously projected agitation will smoothly transition into a nostalgic happiness, echoing in Kyouko's own feelings. This time, it's a little more powerful, as the memory she draws the feelings on is more specific, more momentous.]
...You know how to hit a girl where it hurts, don't you? [Distress, shame, embarrassment, fear, it's a flurry of subtle negativity digging its way into Kyouko's mind. Ayano squints her eyes, trying not to slip up and think about anything else. Just failing. Failing. Failing sucks so much. Being unprepared sucks. I'm so dumb sometimes.]
I believe so. It's something you'll want to be careful with...
[ since people. generally do not like anything that controls them into shit they do not want to do, oops. ]
I was able to determine it wasn't my own emotions, but I was also trying to look for anything out of place. I'm not sure most people would catch on immediately.
[Ayano looks down at her hands, only because she can't look at her own eyes.]
That's...really scary. I was doing it without even realizing it, too.
And if people might not even notice that I'm manipulating them...
[A crooked frown as she looks back up at Kyouko.]
I could be really terrifying. That's a dangerous power...I'll make sure to use it responsibly.
...If I even have reason to use it at all. I don't wanna mess with people's heads, you know? But if someone was doing something bad, I wonder if I couldn't...Hmm...[Leans back, deep in thought at what to do with all of this newfound power.]
There are many uses for any skill...the important thing would be to learn what you are doing. That is, you need to get control over it so you don't do it accidentally. And then when you do use it, you should make the conscious decision to do so. Right or wrong, that will be up to you to decide, and the consequences will be yours to deal with. That's how it is with all things.
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For me, it's like....[She gently touches her palm to the side of her head and closes her eyes, concentrating. When she opens them, her eyes will be a bright red that appears to glow faintly.]
My eyes do this. And then, I was looking at the person and...They started to act uncomfortable. Their posture shifted, as if like, they suddenly felt weird. I think I may have...done something to them? If that even makes sense.
I don't think I was doing anything, I was just feeling kind of out of it because I was in the hospital.
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[ there's no visible reaction to the glowing eyes. ]
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[Blinkblink. Nothing?]
Okay, just...sit still, I guess.[And it's weird, because she was definitely expecting one. Ayano squints slightly as she leans in towards Kyouko, because if the power comes from her eyes, it stands to reason to being closer would make it work better, right?
So Ayano starts to concentrate on being in the hospital, the way that she felt, how she had to deal with all of the nagging and stabbing pains all over her body. The agitation, the frustration...And the more she concentrates on this, and the longer she keeps her focus on Kyouko, the more those feeling of agitation will start to seep into Kyouko's own heart. Similar memories of Kyouko's may start to bubble up to the surface out of nowhere, as the feeling of frustration and uncomfortabiltiy continues to pull on her head and heart out of nowhere.]
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- Think of your favorite birthday party.
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Birthday party...I was fourteen, and...[Is she...? Ayano tries to mentally connect the dots, but it's probably better to leave these things up to Kyouko, anyway. Keeping in her concentration, she centers in on the memory of the birthday when she walked downstairs and her parents surprised her with the redone basement, giant couch and all. The joy, the overwhelming excitement and greateful nice. A smile sneaks on to her face as she remembers the later parts of that evening, sitting alone with her friends and telling secrets––feeling accepted for the first time since moving back to Recollé...
The previously projected agitation will smoothly transition into a nostalgic happiness, echoing in Kyouko's own feelings. This time, it's a little more powerful, as the memory she draws the feelings on is more specific, more momentous.]
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so, for the third time - ]
Now think about your last pop quiz.
[ :|a she needs to confirm the pattern. ]
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A-Anything...?
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[ at least, that's her conclusion after running these tests...she doesn't know the limits, but the vague outline helps, doesn't it? ]
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[Blinkblink. At least, she blinks enough to sever whatever mental connection she had going there.]
So they got uncomfortable...because I was uncomfortable?
[Her mouth slowly gapes as she realizes what that means.]
I can control people's feelings...?
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[ since people. generally do not like anything that controls them into shit they do not want to do, oops. ]
I was able to determine it wasn't my own emotions, but I was also trying to look for anything out of place. I'm not sure most people would catch on immediately.
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That's...really scary. I was doing it without even realizing it, too.
And if people might not even notice that I'm manipulating them...
[A crooked frown as she looks back up at Kyouko.]
I could be really terrifying. That's a dangerous power...I'll make sure to use it responsibly.
...If I even have reason to use it at all. I don't wanna mess with people's heads, you know? But if someone was doing something bad, I wonder if I couldn't...Hmm...[Leans back, deep in thought at what to do with all of this newfound power.]
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