"No one's sure what the hell I am at this point," he said, not quite blithe but somewhat dismissive. He mostly dealt with existential crises by deciding not to have them. "So no telling. Even if I did, it might just be psychosomatic."
The defensiveness got an eyebrow raise but he answered by letting his appearance become that of sandstone... then obsidian, and even let a couple of cracks of bright hot red lava show along his hairline before it all faded back to something that looked human enough.
Usually, he didn't show what he could do. Normally he didn't tell people the extent of his abilities. But you didn't question a man's control mechanism and then give him nothing.
Alliances couldn't be made with words or documents or even missions. They had to be made through people. And if he was here to help the relationship between the JSA and the X-Men, he was going to give it his all. It wasn't like he had a secret identity like some of the others, after all. That meant trust. That meant trusting Scott.
"Your files on me aren't entirely complete." He knew because the only files that existed on his abilities were the JSAs, which were knowingly incomplete. "I can feel them. I'm making sure I know what it is in case you need a repair or a replacement in the field."
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Date: 2015-10-10 09:49 pm (UTC)The defensiveness got an eyebrow raise but he answered by letting his appearance become that of sandstone... then obsidian, and even let a couple of cracks of bright hot red lava show along his hairline before it all faded back to something that looked human enough.
Usually, he didn't show what he could do. Normally he didn't tell people the extent of his abilities. But you didn't question a man's control mechanism and then give him nothing.
Alliances couldn't be made with words or documents or even missions. They had to be made through people. And if he was here to help the relationship between the JSA and the X-Men, he was going to give it his all. It wasn't like he had a secret identity like some of the others, after all. That meant trust. That meant trusting Scott.
"Your files on me aren't entirely complete." He knew because the only files that existed on his abilities were the JSAs, which were knowingly incomplete. "I can feel them. I'm making sure I know what it is in case you need a repair or a replacement in the field."