Dr Jedikiah Price

How many times do I have to say you have to concentrate before you finally get it? [Ultra's head growls at the other with a clear lack of patience.]

"Have you ever lifted and kept the half of a car in weight with your mind? I d on’t think so.”

If he was the kind of telepath that reads the minds of others, h would have read his. But no. Not only he knew it was invading, he also knew that would make things worse. However, he knew he had done the wrong thing. Said the wrong thing. But he wasn’t going to apologize, not at work at least. Maybe not even after that. His father was back after having lost him, and that was something good. But he was still boosted by his powers and that… that brought the worst of him, at times. Pride. He turned his face to the object he was hovering before. “Add more weight next time. Maybe that way I’ll get broken at some point, and we will see my limits.”

"Maybe I'm not the one you need to train you." He added, dusting off his jacket before buttoning it up now that the lesson was over, apparently ignoring the last thing Stephen had said. He looked at his watch with indifference before looking back at him. "I will try to find you one of my employee that could take your attitude and could beat you in a fight if you're being a pain. One of your kind of course. I was serious however, Stephen when I said your shift was over and you should leave Ultra for today. It'll do you some good." There was a calm sarcasm in his voice as he scoffed. "Give you some time to actually think."

Saw your tags and went: Why should they change when I’m so good looking all tied up?

And then concluded that I needed to go to bed.

foundlimbo

Roger was meaning the beaten up part! ;)

#I needed that because of the comment about tough as fuck #I'm fdsjhghg with people who say he's weak #And Morgan omg #Morgan plz

Well that too to be honest.

Apparently he makes a good victim.

foundlimbo

That photoset is in Morgan’s queue still. But it’s tagged. Because she’s like YOU HURT SOMETHING OF MINE. But damn he looks good all roughed up. MORGAN HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT? SO ASHAMED OF SELF. It’s hilarious.

But yeah…Jed can take his lumps, verbally or psychically and still maintain his sense of self. Hello, he’s tough as fuck ok?

How many times do I have to say you have to concentrate before you finally get it? [Ultra's head growls at the other with a clear lack of patience.]

"Have you ever lifted and kept the half of a car in weight with your mind? I d on’t think so.”

"No offense, but this should be something my father should be teaching me. Not my … my uncle─. My human boss." And he didn’t measure his words, but as he pointed, he was letting his emotions control him, instead of him controlling them. It’s not that he was mad because he was forcing his limits, it was that he felt that constant judgement of you’re never good enough.

His features closed and hardened, the man taking a sharp breath and pushing into his control the anger that threatened to push through. It didn't however and the cold calm settling in didn't give off anything else. "The lesson is over and maybe should you ask your father why your human boss is the best you can have to learn about those powers of yours. Now get out. Your shift is over, you can go home. I have paperworks to do, which I believe is beneath your godlike powers." He calmly stood still, the words only used to picture how Stephen's reaction had been atrociously childish.

How many times do I have to say you have to concentrate before you finally get it? [Ultra's head growls at the other with a clear lack of patience.]

"Have you ever lifted and kept the half of a car in weight with your mind? I d on’t think so.”

"No, but you want me strong. And whether you like it or not, sir, emotions make me strong." He pointed, tilting his head to the side. It was his love for others what made him able to protect them, it was his initial caring for his uncle what made him possible to teleport into the car and take him out of the explosion range. "Anger, worry, love. Paranoia might be my worst enemy, it is our family’s worst enemy, but the rest?"

"I want you in control." He corrected, his hand falling against his sides as the other simply took into massaging his forehead. "There is nothing wrong in feeling, Stephen, but there is something wrong when the emotions you feel become stronger than you. Which happens often and sometimes too often. And believe me, paranoia will never be your sole enemy." He stretched his arms and dusted off his sleeves as he looked at him again. "You should start to trust me about your powers."

How many times do I have to say you have to concentrate before you finally get it? [Ultra's head growls at the other with a clear lack of patience.]

"Have you ever lifted and kept the half of a car in weight with your mind? I d on’t think so.”

He turned around letting the weight to fall, except for the telekinetic bed tat he projected from his hand as he faced his uncle. “Emotions make my powers stronger. It’s the lack of control on them what makes me lose focus. Thing is, I see no reason to be lifting this weight and keeping it up, I am not going to assault a vault.”

"If that's what you think, then we need to start training you all over again. Your anger is not a useful tool and shouldn't be taken as such." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, but still going easier on Stephen that he probably would normally with anyone else. Thing he was totally aware and hated. Nothing should be different when it came to Stephen's powers. "You are lifting it because controlling your powers without need for them is important. Take it as a survival camp. What I make you do is never useless or we wouldn't do it. I don't waste my time."

How many times do I have to say you have to concentrate before you finally get it? [Ultra's head growls at the other with a clear lack of patience.]

"Have you ever lifted and kept the half of a car in weight with your mind? I d on’t think so.”

He let the thing fall and crossed his arms, just to turn around and lift his uncle to the ceiling, keeping him against it. Of course, that was just a thought that run his mind, as he just remained silent, mad, but silent, and kept the weight higher, his bad humor taking on the strength of his power.