Power Trick
Based pretty directly* off of the Subnauts AU by @venusianpeach
*If I continue in any notable way, however, it will diverge a fair amount.
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| Baton Pass |
Hollis had made a number of mistakes over the past few weeks, but, arguably, the first of them was sending the agents Motif off on a wild goose chase.
It wouldn’t do any harm; on the job, they were as efficient as could be, and whatever mess they might get themselves into, they could reasonably extract themselves from. So long as they were offsite, there was no way they could worsen the headache that was the Psychonauts’ financial situation, in the exact same way they wouldn’t help her by hovering.
If Emmet had reminded her about one more meeting, she’d been planning to tangle him in web of thought so convoluted that even Ingo’s patience would’ve run out before he was free. Really, in sending them a continent over, she was doing everyone a favor.
Or so she’d thought.
She’d enjoyed exactly thirty hours of peace before the news of Truman’s kidnapping broke.
It would have been incredibly convenient to have them onsite and let them deal with Razputin.
It would have saved everyone some trouble if the heads of transportation had been available to perform their foremost duties.
And it would have made all the difference in the world to have a hydrokinetic on their side when faced with The Deluge of Grulovia.
But Hollis had played a bad hand, and--
Ahem.
Hollis’s plan hadn’t accounted for all of the variables, no matter how unlikely they were to factor in; fortunately, nobody had been seriously hurt and the water damage had mostly been confined to Green Needle Gulch. Whatever else cropped up in the aftermath, she’d been blissfully unaware of it for the past two weeks.
But all vacations had to come to an end sometime, and, now that she’d had a chance to decompress, Hollis was ready to tackle the responsibilities of the Second Head. There was plenty to focus on, already lined up on her desk when she returned to her office, but her attention was drawn to the neatly-stacked mission report and the unrelated forms lined up beneath it.
She picked the first up and skimmed it over; it was labeled with both Motifs’ names, as was standard for them, but the slant of the writing suggested Ingo had been the one to pen it this time.
The subject has been secured. The report promised, followed shortly by, Though perhaps the esteemed Second Head might tell certain agents to allow her breathing room next time, instead of finding busywork to keep them occupied.
Hollis wasn’t surprised on either front. If those men were on a mission, then by god they were going to see it through, whether or not it was actually feasible. She was grateful Ingo had humored her, at least, and not called her on her crap where Emmet could hear.
If the past couple of weeks had taught her anything, it was that she’d really needed the break. It was nice to know that someone else had seen it.
Her eyes flickered down to the second set of papers. They were, in fact, a color-coded series of forms from the transportation department, some fields filled in an opposite slant, others left very pointedly blank. As she flipped through them, she found backdated requisition forms, incident reports and repair requests, each ramping up in passive-aggression until she reached the last one, which had been helpfully filled out in her name, pertaining to the jet’s use. She could actually feel the echo of annoyance radiating off of it.
Despite herself, she felt a smirk tugging at her lips.
Not as much fun when other agents didn’t stay in their lane, was it Motif?
She set both sets of papers aside-- the first to be tastefully redacted and then filed, the second to be completed. Both were slightly more familiar in tone than she’d tolerate from most, but she was in a good mood, and they were funnier than they were insolent; besides, they confirmed that the pair was back on base, which she was willing to consider a positive thing, today.
Hollis Forsythe did not have favorites among her agents, but the twins were certainly up there.
The tug at her lips faded as she laid eyes on the foremost pile of papers. On top-- meaning most recently submitted-- she saw Razputin’s name, and took an anticipatory breath as something very important occurred to her.
Two of her problems had-- how would they put it? ‘Returned to station’?
And she had one newly-arrived problem without a destination.
Surely a couple of conductors could help with that.
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Power Trick - First Impression
At one point, I actually did have a fair amount planned to follow Power Trick-- or rather, its first chapter, Baton Pass-- but I don’t think I’m going to go anywhere with it at this point, so here’s the one chapter I’d written out after the fact.
While fairly cohesive this time, it does have placeholders all over, so, you know. Adjust your expectations.
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Raz really hoped he hadn’t been called into Hollis’s office to discuss the… incidents he’d played a hand in over the past two weeks, but he wasn’t holding his breath.
At least there was a chance that, so soon after her vacation, Hollis would still be in a good mood.
The odds didn’t look good as he stepped into her office and her eyes immediately snapped to him, fingers steepled in front of her face contemplatively. She inclined her head toward the seat before her desk, and Raz did his best not to slink across the room.
Hollis didn’t waste any time, moving her hands down to fold them over the paperwork she’d prepared, “I’ve been hearing reports that you’ve experienced some… hydrokinetic difficulties while I was on vacation. Is that true, Razputin?”
“I dunno, they seemed pretty easy to me.” He said evasively, wilted at the look she gave him and then admitted, “Kind of.”
Her annoyance softened marginally at the tone, a stark contrast to her sharp nod, “And have you approached anyone in regards to the matter? Lucrecia or any of our agents?”
Raz shook his head. Nona had already been through a lot; he didn’t need to bring up his own issues when they were so relevant to her traumas, both new and newly uncovered. And the other agents-- he just didn’t know where to start. Milla… had the wrong idea what was going on there, and he really didn’t want to have that conversation with her, even if only to set the record straight. Coach understood on some level-- even had his own phobias to contend with-- but Raz was fairly confident that Oleander’s suggested solution, well meaning though it would be, would mostly consist of running drills. The idea of talking to Ford on the matter just hit way too close to home right now, and anyone else either wouldn’t have the tools to help, or would need a primer.
So really, he’d been experimenting over the past two weeks, and the only conclusion he’d come away with was that he had no idea how to control the Hand.
At least other people could see it now…?
“I see. Is there a reason for that? [Reports indicate that…] It seems to me you could benefit from some training.”
“Yeah, but N-- Lucrecia’s still recovering, so I didn’t want to bother her.”
Hollis gave a conceding nod, “That’s a reasonable [idk]. As a Junior Agent, you’re within your rights to refuse being assigned a mentor-- short of an official order from a higher ranking agent-- but I’ve got something lined up that I think you could really benefit from. Will you hear me out?”
Okay… this was not going the way Raz had feared it might; Hollis really was in a good mood. Either that, or she’d just been in an extremely bad one the rest of the time he’d known her. For her sake, he hoped it was the former.
He smiled, nervous energy beginning to dissipate, “It’d be cool to have a mentor for real this time!”
“Yes, well, I suppose that’ll average out.” Hollis said, lips quirked into a subtle grimace. Without bothering to explain, she pushed away from her desk and stood up, two fingers resting against her temple, “Gentlemen, if you would?”
A second passed, then three. The tiny pause was punctuated by the odd weightlessness of teleportation-- albeit a [lesser] sense of it as the user made his entrance.
Or, rather, the users made their combined entrance.
Hollis nodded at the pair of perfectly mirrored salutes aimed her way, and then the room’s collective attention fell to Raz.
Raz, for his part, immediately jumped out of his seat from excitement, hands clenched as he tried to contain himself.
“A pleasure to meet you, Agent Aquato,” Said the elder Agent Motif, followed by his brother’s amused, “We’ve heard a great deal. We are--”
“Ingo and Emmet Motif! The Countertype Conductors!”
For just a moment, they seemed startled by his enthusiasm and Raz made to reel himself in-- but then a booming laugh washed over the room. Hollis raised a hand to snap next to one ear, double-checking her hearing and, abashed, Ingo angled the bill of his cap over his eyes. Completely unfazed by the outburst, Emmet humored him for [idk] seconds before flicking a wrist and TKing it back into place.
“You’re… gonna teach me how to use hydrokinesis?”
“I’m hardly suited to the task,” Emmet said mildly, the angle of his smile twitching into something [mischievous]; Raz recognized the tone of a sibling about to pass the buck, “But Ingo has agreed to accompany you to a station called proficiency.”
“Which isn’t to say it’s the only track we’ll be riding. Your file indicates that there are several techniques which could use refinement, since your previous mentor was… ill equipped to assist you.” / “Regardless, while our priority is hydrokinesis, we intend to cover a number of different subjects. Presuming, that is, that you’re open to working with us.”
“Yeah!”/ “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”
Behind her desk, Hollis grimaced and, even though it wasn’t said on the physical plane, something clearly passed between the twins.
“You would be surprised.” [x]
“Now, we can hardly expect you to clear today’s schedule on such short notice, but if you would report to our office in the eastern wing-- room [#]-- at 9:00 tomorrow morning, we can begin without further delay.”
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