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silvernpcs (silvernpcs) wrote in silverage,

Erik nodded. "It's because you don't have control. I don't think we ever do completely; I'm not so arrogant yet to think that I have dominion over the earth." He was strong, but he still had to harness anger to move anything larger than a car. If Charles wasn't there to prod him or if Shaw wasn't in his sights, then what good was he?

Well, it was lucky they weren't going to be trying to move the dish then. He focused instead on the coin. "What you're feeling is the magnetic field, yes. It circles each side in opposite directions, from the planet core to each pole." He paused and shook his head. "That's... incredibly simplified, but you see what I mean. Levitating a coin only scratches the surface of what you could-- of what either of us can do."

It was a risk, but Erik placed his palm above the coin and concentrated. The processes of expansion were not anything he could explain to Lorna, but instinctively he knew just how to tug at whatever magnetic forces surrounded the nickle to pull at it, mold it until the thing had expanded a good four inches in diameter. It was a thin disc now, ridged slightly at the top where Jefferson's engraving was permanently disfigured.