Edna
It's 9pm. The basement's as brightly lit as ever, though. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling, suspended three stories above the floor, never let the night creep in.

It's mostly empty. Everyone's doing power training, but most of them are doing it on a field trip. There is one exception, though; for reasons not entirely clear to her, Heavenly Whitcraft was not permitted to join the others on the field trip.

Instead she was told to go to the cavernously empty basement, and meet someone there.

That someone is already standing there when Heavenly arrives, or at least someone is: A 5'8'' Latino man, in a suit and tie, with his fairly long hair tied into a ponytail. He looks bored, and a little annoyed, but he's there.
Sheila
Heavenly was excited. Today was the first time since she'd arrived at the Cradle that she was being given an opportunity to use her powers, and she couldn't wipe the slight grin that was stuck on her coral pink lips off of her face. It wasn't as though she'd been expressly forbidden from using them, of course - she simply couldn't do so without another person present, and for whatever reason, Heavenly wasn't making connections at the facility as quickly as she'd have liked.

That was why she was unbothered by the fact that she hadn't been permitted to accompany the rest of the kids on their little field trip. It was better this way, she thought; after all, Heavenly enjoyed being the center of attention, so she was happy to see that there was only one person waiting for her as she finally found her way down to the basement.

The signature echo of Heavenly's bright, lemon yellow heels bounced off the walls as she walked over to the man, clad in skinny jeans and a white halter top that looked entirely unsuitable for any sort of training. Even without the extra boost offered by her shoes, she was taller than the man, she noted. "Hi," She greeted him, with a bright smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm Heavenly. I assume you'll be the one helping me with this whole training thing?"
Edna
He sighs. "Yep. I am." The *Unfortunately* Is implied. "Apparently no one else could find the time. Too busy on their little field trip, so I get to go to the basement with the girl who isn't allowed to come. Lovely."

He looks at Heavenly. "Sorry, I'm being rude. Please, don't mind. Name's Ray. Normally, you'd be working with Graham or Daisy for this sort of thing, but I'm told there's some sort of special circumstance with you. Graham gave me a script, so it'll be almost like you're being taught by someone who's actually qualified."

Ray turns his back to Heavenly, walks a few paces, and retrieves a punching dummy.

"Your file didn't say anything about physical disability or anything, so I'm gonna ask you to do physical tasks. But first off. Close your eyes, please."
Sheila
Meeting Ray's response with pursed lips and a raised brow, Heavenly nodded along slowly as he spoke. She didn't like being thought of as a nuisance - it wasn't like she'd asked them to sequester her away at this place. She'd have chosen somewhere far nicer, with far fewer weirdos. Alas, though, here she was, with a man who seemed just about as happy to be there as she was.

"There's only so much physicality these heels will allow," The girl finally replied, grimacing slightly. She hadn't come down here to do cardio. "But fine." Heavenly let her eyes fall shut, and crossed her arms impatiently.
Edna
"Right." Ray pauses, and it sounds like he's fiddling with some papers. "Everyone can feel their powers as part of them. For some people, it's line another limb, and for others, it's less material." His intonation makes it sound like he's reading aloud from a page. Because he probably is.

"There's a punching dummy in front of you. I'd like you to try focusing your powers, no matter how they feel to you, into your hands. And then punching it."
Sheila
Heavenly couldn't help but wrinkle her face in confusion. Her abilities had nothing to do with her hands. With her eyes shut, there was nothing at all that she could do. "You're aware that my *Powers* Don't really work like that?" She let the question hang in the air for a moment before shaking her head and sighing. Whatever.

Summoning what little strength she could muster, Heavenly focused her thoughts on her hands. Her palms were cool and soft, and she could picture her manicured, purple fingernails perfectly; she imagined her powers, recalled how they made her feel, and hoped that was enough to accomplish whatever it was that Ray was trying to get her to do. After a few seconds, she balled her left hand into a fist, reached back, and threw her best attempt at a punch in the dummy's direction.
Edna
You succeed. Feel free to write out what happens.
Sheila
To Heavenly's surprise, it seemed to work.

Her eyes snapped open - flashing a bright, fiery pink - and the dummy flew backward, slamming to the basement floor with a definitive *Thunk*. Slightly taken aback by her own success, Heavenly took a moment to process what had happened before giggling and turning happily to face Ray. "I did it! Whatever *It* Was - I felt *Something*. Thank god I didn't screw up my nails." She quickly glanced down, splaying her fingers to make sure.
Edna
"Woah. Sure did. Your eyes went pink, too." Ray looked almost shocked. "But, uh, yeah. What just happened is that you tried to use your powers for something you can't use them for. It doesn't *Do* Anything, for most people it doesn't even tire them out, but it's still using your powers. It's like stretching before a workout, but supernatural." 

He shrugs, grabs the dummy, and puts it back where he found it.

"The next thing that's supposed to happen is, uh... Close your eyes again, and extend your hand for me."
Sheila
"Hm. Interesting." It was an intriguing idea, that her powers were always *There*, whether she was using them or not. Always active, just under the surface. It made her feel... Powerful. It was certainly something she'd be practicing more on her own time, once they were done here.

More assured this time, Heavenly closed her eyes once more and held out her hand without a fuss.
Edna
After a few moments, Heavenly felt something touching her outstretched hand. Or, rather, someone.

"I hope you don't mind," Ray's voice sounded, "But physical touch does help. It's not because I particularly wanna be touching you. The important part is for you to be able to feel where I am." He sighed. "I'd like you to focus your powers again, like you did before, but this time, into me. And once you feel like it's working, I'd like you to open your eyes and use your powers on me."
Sheila
Though she instinctively pulled away from Ray's initial touch, Heavenly composed herself quickly, allowing her hand to remain in contact with his. "If you say so, I guess." Just as before, Heavenly focused on her abilities, imagining it flowing from her body to his like the water of a river - powerful, and constant. She began to feel the same *Something* She'd felt moments before with the dummy, and decided she was as ready as she'd ever be. Heavenly's eyelids fluttered open, her irises bright, fluorescent pink, and she locked her gaze with Ray's. Immediately, she felt a shift as they stared at one another, and she began to sap the man's strength.
Edna
Heavenly leeches at Ray's strength, and feels herself becoming stronger in turn, but only for a brief moment before Ray turns into dust in front of her.
Sheila
A smile bloomed across Heavenly's face, just as a warm feeling spread throughout her body; she felt herself becoming stronger with every passing second, and it was...*Exhilarating*. To be able to steal away someone's vitality and empower herself made the teenager feel as though she were invincible. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced - every time seemed to make her feel better than the last.

Relishing that feeling, though, Heavenly was completely unprepared for what happened next: her tutor crumbled into a pile of dust right before her very eyes. She screamed immediately, jumping backward and nearly falling as her hands flew to cover her mouth. Her wide eyes, no longer pink, stared at the spot where Ray had just been standing in utter horror.

Holy fuck. She'd killed her teacher.
Edna
Suddenly, as Heavenly stood in shock, a roaring laughter erupted from the other side of the room. "I'm fine," Ray's voice announced, "I'm fine! You're not the only one here with powers, you know. Just wanted to see the look on your face." Ray is grinning ear-to-ear, seemingly completely unfazed by being vaporized. "You did good. Any questions? 'Cause if not, we're all done for the day."
Sheila
Heavenly whipped around at the sound of Ray's voice, holding her hand to her chest like a scandalized Christian. "Holy *Shit*!" She exclaimed, only now beginning to calm down. "Jesus! I seriously thought I killed you - I still barely know how all this superpower shit works, you know." Heavenly was not used to being flustered, nor laughed at - and she didn't like it one bit.

The prissy young girl stood up straight, towering several inches above Ray, and frowned, attempting to regain her cool, collected composure. "Anyway, thank you, but I think I'm good. This has been... Interesting." Stretching out the last word, she then turned on her heel and stalked out of the basement, the sound of her short, clipped steps filling the empty space as she walked away. Hopefully, she'd have more opportunities to practice in the coming weeks, preferably with more... Pliable partners, who wouldn't scare the shit out of her in the process.
Edna
"Right." Ray sighed. "Honestly, the feeling of having your powers used on me kinda sucked. But better me than your classmates. Don't cause trouble, yadda yadda, have a nice evening. You can go. I have to tidy up in here."