Heart To Hart
Pythia, Ezmeralda, Maka, and Love continue to make their rounds.
As they continue to patrol Pythia takes the lead as Maka follows closely behind her.
“...So?” Maka says before being interrupted.
“...What is your power?” Pythia quickly responds. “Is that what you were going to say?”
“...How…how did you do that?” Maka says with a dumbfounded expression.
“I used my power, that’s all.” Pythia says with a smug grin.
“...Can you…specify what your power does because I need to know exactly how you just did that.” Maka asks.
Pythia puts a hand on her chin and thinks for a moment.
“I want you to think of a number.”
“What does this have to do with your power?”
“Any number will do.” Pythia says without responding to Maka’s question.
“...Fine…” Maka says with a huff as she does what she is told. After a moment a number pops into Maka’s head.
Pythia presses her hand on her forehead.
“...The number you are thinking of is…one billion, two hundred and thirty four million, five hundred and sixty seven thousand, eight hundred and ninety…one…”
“...Huh…how…how did you know that?” Maka says as her mind proceeds to break.
“I knew that because…I am a telepath and a clairvoyant!” Pythia exclaims. “I have the ability to see into the future, but I also have the ability to read minds. With that being said I am not nearly as powerful as either Sir IQ, his daughter, or even Ezmeralda over there. I can’t move things with my mind like they can, but even though my abilities aren’t as flashy I think that they are quite useful.”
“...So…Ezmeralda can move things with her mind?” Maka says as she puts her hands behind her head.
“Yes, that is all she can do though. Her powers may not be nearly as varied as the Quentin family, but she more than makes up for it with her creativity and quick wit.”
As Love and Ezmeralda trail behind them, Love has something that she kind of wants to talk about.
“...I…I just want to let you know that I am really glad that I was able to…find someone else like me…” Love stutters out.
“I am glad that I was able to meet you too, Miss Hart.” Ez warmly responds.
“...I mean…I have met other trans people before, but…but you are the first other trans woman that I have ever met…in person at least…” Love says as she rubs the back of her neck.
“...It’s nice isn’t it?” Ez says in response.
“...Yeah…yeah, it really is…”
Love mulls something over in her mind for a little while before she continues the conversation.
“...So…” Love asks. “...Do…do you mind if I…ask you a kind of personal question?”
“Go right ahead.”
“...How long have you known that you were trans?”
Ezmeralda places a hand on the side of her face as she thinks this over.
“If I am being honest I wasn’t one of those people who always knew ever since they were little. As I went into my teenage years I started to realize that something didn’t feel right. I wasn’t exactly sure what the feeling was back then. When I eventually learned about trans people I still didn’t realize that I was feeling the same things that they were all feeling. It took me a couple more years to realize that what I was feeling and what they were feeling was the same thing. It took a couple more years after that to actually do anything about it though.”
Ez turns to look at Love. “To answer your question, I’ve known since I was about 17, but I didn’t do anything about it until I was 21.”
“...Thank you…” Love looks down at the sidewalk as they continue to walk. “...That…was a longer answer than I was expecting…Did you…rehearse that?”
“Kind of, yeah.” Ez responds almost immediately. “One of the purposes of Team Prism is to educate young queer people and young queer people ask a lot of the same questions. You aren’t the first person I’ve relayed this information to and you certainly won’t be the last either.”
“...That’s…that’s really cool…I am glad that there are people like you in this world…” Love says with a small grin on her face.
“Happy to help!” Ez says with a smile of her own.
As they continue to walk Pythia suddenly stops in the middle of the sidewalk.
“...Hey…why’d you stop?” Maka says with a confused expression on her face.
“Something bad is about to happen. Follow me.” Pythia says as she heads towards a wall that is right next to an alleyway.
The others follow suit as Pythia slowly turns her head around the corner and into the alley before quickly heading back behind the wall.
“What did you see, Pythia?” Ez whispers.
“There are a couple of villains around this corner.” Pythia says with a worried look on her face.
“Then let’s go do something about them.” Ez quickly responds.
“...I don’t think that is a good idea…”
“...Why?”
“...I saw us confronting the villains and quickly getting into a fight…”
“...And?”
“...And I saw us…losing…”
The heroes stood there in silence. Some of them were thinking over their options. Others were worried about what was about to happen…and by others I mean Love…
“...Hey…It’s gonna be alright Love…” Maka said with a voice that was softer than usual.
“...How...how do you know that?”
“Because we’ve done this before. I doubt that the losers in that alley have anything on Max Midas, or The Shadow Union, or even Wattz.”
Love closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths to calm herself down.
‘I can do this.’ She thinks to herself as she gets her bad thoughts under control.
“...Hey Pythia…” Maka asks. “...Are your predictions…always true?”
“...Yes…everything that I have ever predicted to happen has happened…”
“...So, what you’re telling me is that no matter what we are about to get into a fight that we are destined to lose?”
“...Yes, that is exactly what I just said…”
“I refuse to believe that!” Maka responds as she slams her fists together.
“...What are you doing?” Pythia yells out as Maka runs into the alleyway.
“I’m doing things my way!” Maka screams. “If we’re going to fight then let's fight! Even if I lose I’m going down swinging!”
Two figures deeper in the alley hear Maka and slowly start to make their way towards her.
Maka is able to make out their features as they walk towards the street and into the light.
One of them is a black woman with an afro, sun glasses, and a white jumpsuit. The other is a knight with a full set of black armor and a shield as tall as they are.
“Hey, it looks like we have some company!” the woman says as she cracks her knuckles.