Strained Minds

"Hm?" Rouge turned around. She hadn't noticed Jeremiah, and noticed how rude that probably seemed. Entering his infirmary room, getting into a slight argument with some other girl and not even addressing him first? "Sorry about that. Yeah, she's a bit rude. But I don't think she's like that all the time. I may have overreacted.." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Illusions? Yeah. But not flimsy ones. Mine are the good stuff!" Rouge pounded her chest proudly. "Oww.." She rubbed the spot she slammmed.

Flimsy illusions? That wording got Jeremiah's attention. "How can an illusion be flimsy? An illusion is an illusion, right? Can you do any type of illusion other than visual illusion?" he asked.Genuinely curious, he forgot completely about his throbbing head. He wondered if there were other people out there with other kinds of illusion.