"i have a question." because of course she does. "do you think that i - we? - could learn to wield..." the younger of the two gestures. "...i don't know what to call it; psychic weapons, maybe? psy weapons? like, creating stuff out of psionic energy. or would that lean too much towards magic?"
there's a reason she asks.
"i mean, aside from the enhanced senses: we as a species get compulsion, telepathy, dream manipulation and illusions." all the stuff that flori cals noetic work, for a lack of better term. "but where is the line? where is the limit? is there even a limit? or is this like the ending of the original mean girls where cady heron says: the limit does not exist?"
Someone is in a good mood today - @floripire
"From blood manipulation to now aspiring to psychic weapons. I already like where this is going," Medina hummed, looking up from what she had been reading.
It wasn't a grimoire. Rather, it was one of those trashy gossip magazines. Reality TV and all the drama attached to it was the real vampire here, the thing that consumed everyone's attention, even when everyone knew it was terrible. Medina didn't want to be caught dead admitting she spent time reading them, yet she couldn't help herself.
"I always wonder what the purpose of these is..." she mused. "One page tells you how to make a heavenly cheesecake, the next gives you diet tips, detoxes, and Miami's hottest plastic surgeon. It's like they're trying to brainwash girls with everything all at once. Part of me is actually rather grateful I wasn't born in the current day and age. I'll take the risk of being stoned alive over society trying to convince me that a spinach and seaweed detox is somehow going to solve all of life's problems."
She finally looked back at Floribeth.
"But back to the topic... I honestly don't know. I don't know whether a psychic weapon would, at its core, simply be a dark object created with a specific purpose." Medina thought for a moment. "Personally, I think vampires would benefit far more if they truly learned how to enter someone's mind to the point where they could help rewrite the parts that are broken. If done with kindness and care, it could genuinely help someone. Unfortunately, I already know there are plenty of eager sociopaths who would jump at the opportunity to abuse something like that. Which is exactly why I don't believe everyone is worthy of this dark gift... or worthy of being both blessed and cursed with immortality."
Not that she considered herself worthy either. She simply respected certain rules. To Medina, all life was precious... until proven otherwise.
"Why? Are you expecting me to build you a gun that shoots psychic energy?" she asked with a grin. "Because I'm not entirely convinced that would be anything more than telekinesis with extra steps. And telekinesis isn't exactly something I excel at. I'm much better at building things... or casting spells. Or were you thinking of something more along the lines of Jean Grey?" She paused. "And yes, I do know who Jean Grey is." Her attention drifted elsewhere for a brief moment.
"Speaking of which... I've always found it rather odd that vampires can't fly. Someone once told me the Originals were capable of it, and that terrified me for a very long time." She gestured dramatically. "'Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No... it's just a bunch of people refusing to work through their trauma. Seek cover immediately.'" Medina couldn't help but laugh at her own joke, certainly she was in a good mood.
"I'm fairly certain the whole turning-into-bats thing only exists because of the Desmodontinae." She shrugged. "Which, admittedly, is a much better alternative than turning into leeches... or mosquitoes."
