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“Hello?” Celeste sang into the phone pinning it against her ear with her shoulder. Her hair tumbled past her shoulder, sweeping across her face. She nudged it back with a flour covered hand, nose wrinkling at the fresh white streak, she’d been doing so well too. Celeste dusted her hand off on the front of her apron, before pinching the hair between her fingers, rubbing them together to dispel the flour.

A voice broke over the other end of the phone, their breathing too heavy for her to make out their initial words, “Sorry?” Celeste paused, brow furrowing. Her head lifted long enough to pull her phone away from her face to read the name. DO NOT PICK UP.

“Romi I-” she started, the phone pressed back to her ear. Celeste was open-minded, caring, loving, compassionate, and yet there were still two numbers on her phone that came with a warning. The first was her abusive ex, for obvious reasons, the second was Romil Oza. Though she wasn’t one to argue, something about the male always seemed to push her towards that extreme.

Before she could finish her sentence, Romil was speaking again, there seemed to be an issue with his breathing. The tone of his voice was what made her listen; at least it had until it was cut off.

“Romi! Romil!” Celeste’s voice rose as she rushed from the kitchen, wincing as her hip banged against the counter in her haste. She growled, “Romil, answer me!” when nothing came from it, she ended the call, keys in hand as she burst through the door of her apartment and out into the hall leaving a trail of flour behind her.

Romi fought his way through the fog pulling him under and said up with a gasp and a hiss of pain. Pressing a hand to his side he tried to locate his phone again, he didn’t know if she was coming, he wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. Romi knew that he asked a lot of her, especially when what his brothers were into, what he was into for them, was illegal and caused things like this. It wasn’t supposed to happen, his life turning out like this but they needed his level head in their business because it kept them all from being locked up. Pushing himself from the booth, Romi stumbled his way behind the bar and grabbed a towel, tugging up his shirt he pressed it to slice that arched over his ribs and seemed to still be pouring blood. It was supposed to just be a simple exchange, but nothing was ever simple in this life.

Stumbling into the pub through the door, Romi made his way to a booth as quickly as he could and sort of collapsed into it. Getting his phone out of his pocket and unlocked with bloody fingers was no easy feat but eventually he managed it and found the contact before pressing the call button. Cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder he used his free hands to lift his shirt and get a look at his wound, it didn’t look good. When the call connected Romi tried to control his breathing enough to clearly say, “It’s me.. I know you told me not to do this to you again, but I need you to come to the pub. It’s bad and I can’t go to the hospital. Please, I need--” the phone slipped from his ear as the black that had been creeping in on the edges of his vision overtook it, and he slipped into the darkness.

I love my students but I can’t wait for two weeks off.

Both because I’ve been wanting to watch it, and because I wanted to toss together some gifs of her. Now I am all fired up to play Willa so people should hit me up.

he blew a stream of air out of his mouth–a nervous habit, really–as began to think of a way to answer her question. however, he wasn’t quite able to get on with answering it when she began her own ramblings about the ability. he blinked, taking a sip of the tea in the meantime as he patiently waited for her to finish her pacing around the room. 

“ oh, are you done? “ he asked, once she had turned to look back at him. he nodded briefly at the confirmation, clearing his throat before talking once again. 

“ well, something … like that happened. it was a joke thing, really. i sat down on my couch and forgot my can of dr. pepper on the counter, so i was like  ‘ well, i already have aerokinesis, maybe i have telekinesis, ‘ because i am very lazy. so, i tried staring at the can to make it come to me–which, of course, didn’t work, which was disappointing–but, something else did happen. the can actually … crushed. 

“ i looked it up after it happened, and things can crush under too much air pressure. i never tried doing it again and i’m not entirely sure if it was a one time thing, but i thought i would mention it. “

Dropping back down into her chair, Fred nodded at his words. She had obviously taken the little he said before and ran away with it as she was sometimes prone to do. However once she stopped her rambling and heard his words she flipped open her notebook and quickly wrote down what he said while she processed his words. After adding a quick sketch with an addition of a few calculations of the force it takes to crush a soda can, she closed the notebook to look back at him.

“Assuming the can was the only thing crushed in the attempt to move it, I would say that your focus on moving it, pulling it to you, as it were, caused you instead to shift the air about it, and the pull, much like the pull you described when removing the air from the lungs of the replica, caused the can to crush, you couldn’t move the thing itself but you managed to move the air. Which honestly makes a fair bit of sense as that is your ability. Though, more amazing is the fact that only the can was affected as that is what you were focused on, as if your power creates it’s own airtight container.”

Pietro watched her and couldn’t help but smirk from what she had done. “You know that can get you expelled, right?” he said, lifting a brow. Often times, he was told if he didn’t calm down and stop being so childish, they would expel him. Sometimes Pietro wondered if that was a better option than staying. 

“I hate to break it to you but I’m not a motivational speaker. I am on your side though.” He turned to look at her, his features rather warm despite his indifferent tone. “While it seems hard to believe I won’t let anything happen to you.  I’m sure you won’t be here much longer.”

“Is it shitty of them to try to get you to prove yourself? Yes. But my point stands. If you want to go back to teaching, get back to your students you have to press forward. Be thankful they haven’t shoved you out there alone.”

“You’re bored? What about me!? Imagine having super speed and having to sit here forever, listening to long and boring lectures over and over about the same thing over and over again,” he sighed. 

well, he supposed this was a start. he didn’t come to her willing, he’ll admit. but learning to control his powers was something that needed to be done. especially … the extent of what he can do with his powers. he and fred did but heads at first ( which was expected with someone as headstrong as ryver ), but she did turn out to be a pretty alright gal. she tried her best, and from one teacher to another, he could respect that.

he nodded softly at the request, taking a seat across from the table where the notebook sat. he glanced at the object, eyebrows furrowing the slightest bit at the sight of it. she sure did write a lot of notes in that handy dandy, little pad of hers. he wondered if they were all good. probably not.

his attention shifted when the woman returned with two cups of tea. he offered her a thankful smile before reaching to the cup, taking a sip of the steaming liquid after blowing the surface to cool it. 

“ i was just curious. have you ever worked with anyone with … an ability similar to mine. and, if so, what were the extends of it?? because, i did something once and i just … “ he shook his head. “ have you ever met anyone who could possibly manipulate air pressure?? “

Sitting with her tea, Fred looked into the liquid for a moment before lifting it to her lips and taking a sip while she waited for him to ask his question. Though once it had finally gotten it out she frowned and placed the cup back down on the table to eye him with a tilt of her head. “Do you mean in a not air tight situation? Such as a standard room such as this, where altering the air pressure would be an amazing feat because there are access points for air to enter or leave the space everywhere. The gap beneath all doors, minuscule faults around windows allowing a chill to enter, yet none of that mattering because you’ve exhibited control over all aspects of air in a place?”

While she rambled off her own questions Fred stood from her chair, remembering to grab her cup as she went so as to pace while she worked it through. “I can’t say that I have, while I have worked with over a hundred gifted individuals since I started this path, you are the first that could manipulate air in this way, though if you can do what I am assuming you are asking me about that makes you more than I was lead to believe which will change things immensely because to lose control of such a power is more dangerous than we could imagine. Though by ‘we’ I mean me and those that send me on this path, and not so much you as you are the one living with this and as such know what you are capable of, which is why I am here.”