Strayer Safehouse

"Okay!"

He led her to the next door over, which unlike the subsequent doors was mechanical and opened on it's own. Inside was various devices and tools around the walls as well as a pedestal which held a black book.

"Here we go!"

My eyes widen, "Whoa!"  I look around, in amazement.

"I know right!" He picked up the black book and handed it to Sam, inside was a series of schematics and diagrams for various inventions of his.

"Wow, that's amazing!"  I say, smiling.

"Yes, it absolutely is..." Modesty had no place in the young inventor whatsoever.

"It amazes me, how many ideas you can come up with..."

"Well coming up with them is pretty easy... all you have to do is stop asking 'why can't I?' and start asking, 'why not?'"

"You make it sound so easy..."

"It is actually. Hell I can imagine all kinds of things you can do with your telekinesis."

"Like what?"

"Well I notice you focus a lot of energy on just holding a person in place. Is that accurate?"

I nod. "It takes lots of focus..."

"Well I think I know a way you can minimize that energy outtake but still get the same effect."

"How?"

"What if you just focussed on levitating their hands and feet in the air? Would that do anything?"

"I don't know... I've never tried it..."

"Give it a go on me..."

I bite my lip, trying it by gripping his hand with my mind.

He didn't fight it as he observes the effects.

Although the body mass still makes it heavy, it's easier to only focus on one part.

"You're not straining as much.." He observed.

"No... Still heavy, but not as difficult..."

"Good, being minimalistic can help you keep some energy."

Artisan was had his favorite chair in his second favorite workshop, working on a small spinning top which he hoped would allow him to regain access to his FIRST favorite workshop. No doubt the gas Helm used to take down Honora Castellum was still present, but with this top his hopes were for it to act as a tornado and spin all of it into a current which he could then remove.

"Artisan, you beautiful, smart perfect man you've done it again!" He praised himself while looking in his mirror on his desk, "Oh thank you Artisan, I couldn't have done it without you!"

He continued this narcissistic praise of himself to his reflection for a good few minutes, never tiring of himself.