Play with Fire

[Guy LeGrange]

Guy stretched out his limbs, enjoying the feel of his joints popping and loosening up. While his power might be mostly mental, he found that it generally worked better whenever he felt loose and in a more alert frame of mind. And given what he'd heard and read about the student he was about to train with, Guy wanted to be in the most alert frame of mind he'd ever been. He carefully looked around the room he'd prepared for her arrival. Most of the walls had been reinforced, insulated with various fireproof materials. There were a few flammable items about the room: a couple of rickety looking chairs, a smallish pile of kindling, what appeared to be most of a pillow, and a handful of targets that had probably resembled humans at some point but now looked more like chopped up mutants of the non-powered kind.

Guy lowered his hands and considered for a moment. They said the girl was unstable, nearly crazy, which did happen, unfortunately. Guy really didn't want to consider why it was that he kept getting the ones like that. Probably his magnetic personality. Then again, he knew that sometimes there was a chance of saving the truly crazy ones. Just let them know that it's okay, or that they can control their power. That's where Guy usually came in. Without as much power running through their overly hormonal bodies, most of the students would do just fine.

It was the ones who wouldn't that always left Guy feeling like he'd been punched in the stomach.

"She's late," said Guy, pulling up his wrist to double check the time. "I can't say I'm that surprised," he sighed, lacing his fingers together and positioning them behind his head. He hadn't really expected her to come on time, and it was rather absurd to think that she'd change her manners now. Guy decided that he wasn't going to waste his time though, even if she was. so he walked over to one of the chairs, hoisted himself up onto it, and pulled out his phone, tapping into the internet to look at the file.

He wouldn't even look up when she finally entered the room, obviously finding his phone so very fascinating.

[Alexandria Parker]

Another dreadful training session Alex could care less about. The previous one hadn't exactly gone all that well, and then she had been recruited to some freaky organization. Whatever that was, she didn't really care. It was amusing for now, and it wasn't like she had anything better to do with her time. Though, she was nowhere near being on anyone's side. The second something more beneficial popped to mind.

And why someone like that dude, Eryn or whatever wanted to recruit someone with such a fleeting sense of loyalty was... Quite frankly very hard to understand. Alex wasn't exactly discreet. Well for whatever reason he had, Alex had yet to say anything. She still hadn't gotten any better offers on the table, and with that, had no reason to sell his ass out.

Barging through the doors, a a littlevery late, Alexandria lifted her arms in the air, ''Yo, yo, yo! Alex's in the house,'' looking around, her eyes finally settled on the tiny man, and a smirk sprung to her lips. Oh dear, this could surely be fun. Did I also mention that she was crazy? And mean? And unable to keep comments to herself, no matter how offending? Well, yeah...

''Aren't you a cute, little fella.'' she said with a amused smirk before crossing her arms across her chest, tapping her foot impatiently against the floor, ''Chop, chop. I ain't got all day.''

[Guy LeGrange]

Wow, was she a discrete one. Guy didn't even look up from his phone, simply letting his legs swing a bit. Did she realize how very much she just sounded like a stereotypical teenager? Guy was almost disappointed. He'd been hoping to be introduced to the female version of Hannibal Lector or Jeffrey Dohmer, not a wannabe Justin Beiber or... whoever the female version of Beiber was.

He didn't turn even as she addressed him. If she thought that comments about his height were going to upset him, she'd clearly never spoken with Guy before. He did have to admit that all her noise did make one thing very easy. It allowed him to focus on her solely and completely without even looking up from his phone. He had been carefully suppressing powers of cocky teenagers for years; Alex would hardly be the first. He did make sure to carefully slide his control over her, beginning when she walked in and locking as she spoke, her voice allowing him to tighten his voice even further about her.

"Well, apparently you do, as you wasted my time and yours," said Guy, still not looking up. "You know, these things are scheduled. You should try to be on time next time," Guy decided that now was a good time to check his score on Flappy Bird. Because fuck the creator who decided to pull that: Guy was going to play it till he died. His phone even gave out a little squawk.

"You're here for the next," Guy tapped his phone, "looks like about twenty six minutes, give or take, so if you actually want to do something, you're free to. You should begin by attempting to light that on fire," again, without looking, he pointed to the pile of fluff that he'd carefully stacked a short distance away.