"Hi. I made a list of all the things that the government needs to know about and I guess the next thing is to have a meeting and tell them all those things?"

"Indeed. I have informed the Chief Director of the PRT and the Deputy Chief Director is ready to join us in a meeting at a moment's notice. Did you, ah, have any success communicating with Behemoth?"

"No. He's - hibernating? He's not having any thoughts. I set up a video feed but I don't have the magic here to set up faster-than-light communication except by making stuff."

"I see. Should I come pick you up, then?"

"That or send me a mental image of the place where you want to hold the meeting and I can teleport to it."

"A mental image?"

This is the mind-reading I mentioned. It's also - actually, primarily - communicative and you can send me images by thinking about responding to me. I'm still not reading your mind but I'll get things you send right at me.

He sends a mental image of a meeting room.

He pops to the meeting room. Here.

Legend is already there, as well as a man in a suit, a person wearing full body armor and holding a gun, at rest, the man with the green robes and the metal mask, and a cape Epic has not met before with a golden helmet and body armor with blue chain mesh.

"It's true," murmurs the unknown cape in awe.

"Hi. Yeah, sorry. It occurred to me while I was writing down the things to tell you that I should have offered to prove it - anyway, I can do that now. Hi. I'm Epic."

"I'm Hero," the man—boy, really, he has a young voice that can't be older than twenty—with the helmet introduces himself.

"You've seen Eidolon from afar, I think," Legend says, gesturing at the man with the robe—

—who dips his head in acknowledgement—

"—and that's Deputy Chief Director Guerra."

"It is fascinating to meet you," says Guerra.

(Eidolon is doing the 'the fact that I exist is a private thought' thing. Must be his power.)

"I'm glad I'm here," he says, and none of the chairs look comfy or will leave him at eye level with anyone else so he makes one. "I wish I could go home but only so I could get you all some better help."

Hero gawks. "Is that real?" he asks excitedly.

"The chair? Yeah, conjured stuff is exactly the same as stuff you make without magic." And a very tentative smile. "Demons have the coolest magic in the multiverse."

"And it's really magic? Not a superpower like ours? I suppose there might not be a difference..."

"There is actually an important difference, which I haven't had time to test yet. I can make anything that's not itself magic. If superpowers aren't magic -and if they're not intelligent, I also can't do minds - then I can probably make Tinker stuff."

"...okay that is just incredible, maybe if I—"

"Hero," Legend says, fondly.

"—sorry," Hero says, his sheepish grin unoccluded by the helmet.

"Can you tell these gentlemen what you've told me, Epic?" Legend invites.