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1/10/2015 7:28:57 PM
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*to himself*
I didn't think it would be a problem...not before I left. There must be too many high-power things and...people...here.
*looks up*
Sorry. Thinking out loud. It's...maybe we should talk in private.
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*walks closer to you* Did you say high-powered individuals?
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*you start to feel drained--and cold--as you approach*
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Agghh! Wha- *stumbles back*
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You're gonna want to keep back. I'm like a sponge.
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*holds head* That was not pleasent.
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I know. Sorry.
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It's- I'ts fine.
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You can spit it out here and now
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Edited by Ben: 1/10/2015 7:43:15 PM*glares* fine. I'm a kinetic. I take ambient energy, and I move it. Change it. My kind usually has iron self-control, which is why you don't hear about weather like this in the news that often. But I guess that's just one more way I fail to meet expectations. I used to be a complete maelstrom; fire, thunderstorms, blizzards, even an earthquake or two. [i]Years[/i] of therapy and semi-legal medication have allowed me to limit myself to two phases: hot and cold. When I'm cold, I'm siphoning the energy from my surroundings. When I'm hot...well, take a guess. *starts to shiver* Great. Here I go again. I shouldn't be switching this quickly. What the hell do you have here that's putting out so much power? Are there more people like that pirate? He was like a nuclear reactor, I shouldn't have gotten near him.
