"That'd be me. And whoever else, I guess, I have the impression she does this a lot? I think she turns some of them but I said no thanks and she didn't bug me about it," says Lauren.
"Even more helpful, I hadn't thought to ask. Thank you, you are in fact a peach." She hands back the phone.
"Thank you!" Addy chirps to Lauren, and she hangs up. "I can start waking up Vietnamese witches at some more civilized hour, unless otherwise you'll kill me, or something similarly incompatible with civilization."
"No, no, we're fine. If she was actually a vampire with sound manipulation or something I'll applaud your forethought, but even a shaky reference gets you out of DEFCON Whatever. We'll still be uncivilized if the teeth come out, though, I think that's a reasonable agreement. So, what was that you were saying about improving witchcraft? Because I'm all for that if it's available."
"Oh good! I love your enthusiasm. I shake your hand or boop you on the nose or whatever you like, and then I have your power, and I can tell what it does. I can usually do this better than witches themselves, especially if they don't know they're witches, but I might not be able to add a lot of diagnostic quality for you in particular; we'll see. Then I figure out what its limitations are and how they can be made to go away."
"Excuse me, are we now on good enough terms with the strange vampire to give up our firepower advantage? Because I don't remember making that vote."
"Are you a witch too, or just a peculiar sort of something?" Addy wonders in his direction.
"I'm the other half of the firepower advantage. And the tactics guy. And not telling you what I am, because I also happen to be a suspicious bastard."
"It's Leo's job to have a bug up his ass about my safety. Ignore him; he's twitchy, but he doesn't pull the trigger unless he has to."
"I don't mean her any harm," Addy assures Leo. "I am a magic geek of a vampire mimic-witch. That's more or less all there is to me."
"Oh, I'm sure. In the same way, all there is to me is "Zanna's overprotective childhood friend." We'll be fine."
Leo twitches.
Addy looks at him, then holds out her hand, leaving it to Zanna to complete the contact.
Telekinesis, brute force. The strength is obvious, though it's difficult to use it at full power. There's about as much fine control as a piece of construction equipment with boxing gloves on; it can hit, it can push, it can carry, and anything else is far, far beyond it. At least with Suzanna behind the wheel. It's possible with a less... direct mind in charge, it could be persuaded to act like a hand, or at least some appendage smaller than a wrecking ball.
There are other possibilities. Perhaps it could be a sword instead of a cannon; perhaps it could be a bomb, spreading out from a point; perhaps it could pin a foe in place. The potential spreads out like the horizon.
"Oh, yum," says Addy. "Now this you could get really creative with if you were careful and thoughtful. It'd be better if you turned - I'm not sure I've ever seen a power that would more obviously be better after turning - but better to get all the obvious practice out of the way first, it'll come faster and stick just fine..."
"I am very, very interested in turning. However, I'm also very, very interested in not being saddled with the mind-controlling crazytrain who is apparently my mate. So until she's dust in the wind, I remain tragically unsparkly. It's very irritating. In the meantime, practice sounds great."
"I'm not actually sure that you won't just wind up mated to her anyway even if she kicks it first," says Addy. "You'll like her if you do turn, you know."
"I already like her, are you kidding? She's hotter than hell, she's absolutely ruthless, and she acts like she owns the Goddamn planet. That's beautiful. But when she panicked, she decided that mind-bending me was a better choice than convincing me of her point. She assumed that when I loved her forever, I'd forgive her for that. But I won't forgive anyone who tries to walk over me. If she thinks that just because we're fated eternal lovers or whatever I'll be second to her, I'll turn her into gravel. And if that means I live forever missing half my heart, it won't mean a damn thing."
"Huh. Well, you could pulverize her, good and proper. I'm nnnnnot sure if you can get this to generate enough friction to set things on fire, but I'm not sure you can't, and anyway there's always matches, plus whatever Mr. Secret Weapon packs."
"Makes no difference to me. 'M not sure you're thoroughly considering her perspective, but that doesn't make your magic any less yummy. Want to know what it tastes like?"
"I'll let her explain her perspective when I've got more backup than Leo in case she just hits me again. And, uh, yes? Of course? Yes?"