towerofanimus | Where Will You Go?

Who: Sou "Kit" Kigetsuki, and anyone who happens to cross his path.
What: Sou's recovery was a swift one that wasn't without consequence.
When: After the Shadow Event
Where: Cafeteria.
Format: Prose but I'll match.
Warning: violence (tentatively)

Sou pretty much had forced himself into one of the fastest recoveries from a broken ankle ever by putting a bullet in his own head. He wasn't about to let anything stop him and he certainly didn't want anyone's help or pity.

Like the natural actor he was, he pretended that nothing bothered him. At least publicly. He raised his brow at the display of energy bars and it reminded him sorely of those bars he had back at the lab during his refinement which brought to the surface terrible memories of the harsh experimentations he endured.

It was almost disgusting how the Administration would think that they are nothing more than rats and even worse, he was starting to see the big picture. It was enough to make him lance the festering wound of discontent and maliciousness through violent action. His hands at his sides in tight fists, the heat in the general area of about ten feet was becoming increasingly unbearable.

"STOP MESSING WITH ME!"

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Sou's head tilts up with a heavy sigh. "People naturally fear what they don't understand. I'm not an easy act to follow." He lowers his head to look at Elena once more. "You are either braver than most or incredibly trusting, although I admit that I am intrigued. Your strength is different than most. You don't fear like others fear. Not that I have seen anyway."

Her head nods appreciatively. His words ring true, especially with her. Turks were feared back on Gaia, no matter what good they did to make up for the more questionable actions in their past.

She can't help but smile slightly, her head shaking. "You're too kind, believe me. Its all part of my job - I'm hardwired to stay behind to investigate things that doesn't make sense, or may be of interest. Fear isn't really an option - more like an afterthought."

Her shoulder shrugged slightly. "We all fear something. The question is whether or not we can move past it to obtain a goal. But, if you don't mind my asking, how are you able to manipulate heat like that?"

Sou canted his head to the side with a smirk. Elena's inquiry wasn't something he encountered often. If anything, it helped him to understand his own power better. "Geothermics. I can absorb and radiate heat that naturally occurs below. The closer I am to the ground, the stronger and more intense the heat. It doesn't work quite the same on upper levels. That is an obvious weakness of mine. However, it doesn't stop me from sparking a fire."

He straightened his gaze to fix upon her honey colored eyes. The intense dark blue started to slowly change to a deep red. The room began to warm up again then stopped. "My emotional state has been relatively unstable as of late. I don't know why I was brought here. I don't really care. The fact that I'm alive makes me a dangerous addition to this place."

My, my. That earned a raised eyebrow, obviously impressed not just by his explanation, but interpretation of its strengths and weaknesses within the Tower. It provided an insight to his background. "That's a fascinating ability, I have to admit. Have you figured out your limitations?"

For a moment she's almost uncomfortable by the sheer intensity in which he looked at her. But when blue turn to red and the room temperature begins to heat up, she makes the connection. Arms fold loosely across her middle, fingers lightly touching her chin.

"I think we all are suffering from some emotional instability - look where we are, what 'story' they're giving us about our homes. A story that I'm not convinced of." She gives a short little laugh. "Trust me, I think you're not the only one that makes this place dangerous. But...if you think about it, you could be an asset to get back to those who've done this to us..."

"I know my limitations." Sou said calmly.

Listening to Elena's explanation offered more information than he had originally anticipated in a place like this. In fact, he welcomed it and it was a logical set of viable conclusions that thrust many from different worlds into a tiny space.

He tilted his head in confusion with a raised brow. Did she just call him an asset? "As much as I would like to believe that your assessment is true, I must wonder how you come to this conclusion. I'm neither kind, or gentle. I have shown mercy. Perhaps my conditioning is changing but not entirely to the point of subjugation. I refuse to submit."

Like the very fires that he can control, he was practically a god in a mortal shell. Even in death, he was powerful enough to stop the fires from burning as the final act of mercy.

A small smile formed and she gave a nod. "That's good to know."

His confusion is obvious, and she gives a nod to his silent question. "Its an easy conclusion to come to. You have a skill that not many others I've seen has. And, to be frank, I don't have a need for people who are either kind or gentle - so long as they're able to perform their duty without question as quickly and efficiently as possible."

And her smile expanded some. "I prefer those who don't give up without a fight."

That was the Turk credo, after all. To work hard, work smart, and never give up. Sure, sometimes it was important to step back and reevaluate a situation. But ultimately, Turks never gave in. "As I said before, you could be one of the Tower's greatest assets."

Where Will You Go?

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Sooo late! Sorry!!

It's okay. I've been busy too.

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