"You're like my best friend ya know? In a way, I was basically made for you!" You blurt out, doing your best to condense your thoughts down into their simplest possible form.
When this doesn't immediately seem to impress your Master, you press on, scrambling to provide context.
"I mean, powers, they always give you what you need right? So here I am!" You say, picking up steam as Taylor's blank facade begins to twitch slightly.
"I'm the ultimate friend! I'll never betray you, never leave you. I'll always be by your side! Nothing matters more to me than you! Cus that's what I was made for!" You declare, pounding your chest once with a closed fist and then wait patiently for a response.
Generally, whenever you've addressed directly in the past, you've been demoted as 'Multiversal Emulator' by your... peers. But that feels somehow wrong all of a sudden.
You want, desperately, to present something to your Master that she would approve of, but creativity is such a new concept to you that it's difficult to fathom what else you could use.
In the absence of an easy out, you decide instead to shorten your title. That's something humans do right? As a sign of affection?
"I guess you can call me M.E." you say carefully.
"Emmy...? Like the award?" Taylor asks, peering at you curiously.
"No like... the letters? 'M' and then 'E'. M.E." You explain, hopefully, then quickly add-
"B-but if you like Emmy better that works too!"
Your Master wrinkles her nose at you for a second, glancing at a framed picture on her desk that has been laid face down so that it's face is hidden. Then she turns back to you.
After hashing your plans out with your Master, you spend the rest of the night... well not watching her sleep. She explicitly forbid you from doing that because it was 'creepy'. But instead, just generally wandering about the Hebert household.
It wasn't much to look at. There was a garage that didn't look like it had been used, cleaned, or even really acknowledged for years. The living room was a quaint little number, consisting of a couch, an old television and a central coffee table that was mostly covered by unopened letters. The basement was crammed so full of stuff you would have had a hard time navigating it if it weren't for your intangibility. There was also a small kitchen but that barely registered to you - given that you don't actually need to eat in order to survive.
The upstairs was... well to you it was a hallway with a bathroom on the end of it. Your Master forbade you from going into her or her father's rooms so that was the limit of your explorations there. Not that you couldn't have gone in anyway. You've realized that your Master can only really give you one inviolable order at a time, with all others rendered moot. But respecting your Masters wishes seems like something you should try to do whenever possible, so you let it be.
Your wanderings, blessedly, are finally cut short when the shrill ringing of an alarm clock goes off. You throw all decorum to the wayside as you quickly make for your Masters room only to halt at the door, pausing to turn your head to the next room over - the room the sound is coming from.
You are just about to dejectedly wander down the stairs again, ignoring the sounds of Daniel Hebert's morning ritual, when your Masters bedroom door opens, revealing Taylor in sweats and with dark rings under her eyes.
She scowls at you slightly before stepping aside and waving you into the room.
"I can see what you're doing when I sleep." She explains grouchily, closing the door behind you and crankily marching back to her bed to sit on it.
"Do you even blink? You spent like an hour staring at a toaster." She berates you, eyeing her bedsheets with longing.
"I've never seen one before!" You defend yourself hastily, mildly embarrassed by the admission. It wasn't like it was a complicated machine or anything. You were just bored. Sure you could have wandered the two block area centered on your Master that you were allowed to exist in, but what if someone attacked her in her sleep? She'd be helpless!
"Uhuh." Your Master says skeptically, before sighing and wandering over to her desk to retrieve her notebook from the previous night.
"Whatever, I'm up I guess. You said you were gonna teach me something?" She asks with a yawn, slouching in her chair.
You blink at her nonplussed expression and then give a feral grin.
"This-" you say, releasing your Spiritual Energy into the air in the form of a menacing yellow skull that flickers and waves around you.
"-is Reiatsu. Spiritual Power. It is your soul made manifest! With it, you can be stronger, faster, better! A strong soul can subjugate those around it by force of will alone! It-" You continue, flaring your power enough that small objects in the room begin to shake and float upward.
"It's a Brute power. You can teach me to do that?!" Taylor asks, cutting off your explanation and summarizing your point for you, her face lighting up with excitement.
You open your mouth to explain that Spiritual Power is much more than just 'A Brute Power' but then pause as a realization Dawn's on you.
This idiot Emulation of yours feels the exact same way! He doesn't care even one whit about the implications involved in-
"...Yup." you answer, cutting off both the flow of your power and your train of thought.
"Does it... I mean will mine look like a laughing skull too or...?" Taylor continues, her enthusiasm dimming slightly.
You blink once at her, not fully grasping the purpose of the question.
"Dunno. Maybe?" You hazard. You arent actually sure if this use of your power will translate that across. Half of what you're doing is directly implanting the skills of your Emulation into your Masters mind, which means that there should be some superficial overlap in how those skills are displayed. At the same time, Souls are apparently.very complicated energy constructs. Theres no telling what your Masters will present as.
"Oh. That's... fine... I guess." Your Master says slowly, although most of her excitement is gone.
"Hey what's wrong? Wouldn't most people kill for this kinda opportunity?" You ask, perplexed.
"It's just, the skull thing isn't very... heroic?" She tries meekly, blushing slightly when you furrow your brows at her.
"Well... it ain't guaranteed to look like that. I- I mean, this guy, he's got a few screws loose, y'know?" You explain helpfully.
Your Master snorts at that, suppressing a mild chuckle before turning fully towards you, her notebook clasped in her hands and planted in her lap.
"So... what do I have to do?" She asks.
"Oh learning is easy when you got someone else around who can use the stuff. Basically, it's all about exposure." You say.
Your Master blinks at you once, then twice, then understanding dawn's in her eyes and she turns slightly pale.
"WAI-"
She manages, before you hit her with the full force of your aura.
A few hours later, you are forced to stop your impromptu training session when Daniel calls your Master downstairs for breakfast. The abrupt cessation of pressure beating her down seems to momentarily confuse her, as she remains on her hands and knees for a second afterward instead of immediately rising to her feet. You're actually fairly impressed by that. It should have taken her way longer to muster up the strength to do even that.
Regardless, you are now silently hovering behind your Master as she scarfs down an unholy amount of bacon and eggs. Her father is looking at her curiously, as though encountering a new and strange beast and you are pointedly not snickering at the ongoing mental tirade your Master is exposing you too while her mouth is otherwise busy.
"The Protectorate called." Daniel says eventually, his face turning slightly red as he visibly reins in his anger.
"They said they'd like to get your statement since they didn't catch you at the Hospital." He grinds out, staring baleful into his mug of coffee.
"Are they coming here?" Taylor asks pensively, her demeanor switching from cranky and tired to concerned and slightly scared so fast it nearly gives you whiplash.
"No, they insisted you come to the PRT building. 'More secure' they said. Taylor if you don't want to they can't make you talk to them." Daniel says sternly, then glances around the room.
"I got the impression they were more interested in your... friend... than you anyway." He finishes.
Your Master purses her lips at that, but doesn't move to have you reveal yourself.
"If they don't need me right away..." she says pensively.
You can tell that your Master would likely prefer not to be interrogated and is looking for any excuse to avoid it. What do you suggest?