[ Ephemera raises his eyebrow. Not so long ago he would have snapped and bristled at any mention of the powers. Called his useless because it had felt that way, another insult laid on top of all the rest. Would have taken it as a reason to snarl, or maybe even start a fight because anyone who thought him weak was a threat and those have to be answered decisively.
Instead, he's talking with a stranger. Demonstrating the power he used to hate, even.
Maybe he's mellowed. That's a strange thought. ]
Friend of mine had a shield. Could call it up out of nothing. That's useful.
[ Still. He doesn't hate his power in the way he used to, and tucks the sketchbook back into his jacket pocket with care. ]
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Instead, he's talking with a stranger. Demonstrating the power he used to hate, even.
Maybe he's mellowed. That's a strange thought. ]
Friend of mine had a shield. Could call it up out of nothing. That's useful.
[ Still. He doesn't hate his power in the way he used to, and tucks the sketchbook back into his jacket pocket with care. ]
Name's Ephemera. Should've said that earlier.