poмpeιι | cloѕed ;
ignisxphoenix:
Delsin would have been awfully offended had he been capable
of reading the other’s mind, not wanting to pair himself up with the D.U.P since he was pratically the opposite of them, the conduit was fighting against them and his powers were proof of this. They were capable of using concrete to climb window and create barriers, those officers were very different from what the akomish was manifesting, smoke was another substance, something he felt a strange fondness for, being the first power he had acquired. The man stands in his corner, not doing much but watching him and calling him names. Not an insult like the ones you hear on the streets but that word, the native-american truly hated it, even more than the idiotic nickname people had given him ‘Bannerman’.
"You need to open your eyes if you think all the conduits are terrorists.”
He shakes his limbs to the side as if getting rid of the smoke, it does dissipate into the air but leaves a scent that resembles burnt wood and if one focused a lot on the smell, rubber and a hint of plastic. From the cans and from the motors of the broken down vehicles he drains the power from. The power-sponge moves foward, closes some distance but still keeps some space between the two, he’s not here to fight, especially not a junkie or anything of the sort, that’s for sure. Delsin wants the other to understand this, that his intentions aren’t evil but that he has no choice than to use some force when it comes to the drug dealers, they carry weapons around and remain in groups, it’s dangerous even if he can take a couple of bullets and survive without much difficulty.
"C’mon, just stand up and leave, I don’t want to hurt you, go join your friends outside.”
╰ 〘 ｒｅｎｅｇａｄｅ〙╮
It stung to have to utter the term outward, but, for what it meant in terms of survival it had become needed and worth the energy. In a single moment his body shifted to accommodate the updated status of his supposed pacifist. Leaning forth from the corner and allowing his hands to detach from the walls, the need for escape was low. Even as the specifics of the others abilities remained largely unknown by intent the nature was clear, his approach allowed for others in the room to exit.
The fact the other hadn't shown signs of claustrophobia due to the compact spacing of the room and hall was enough evidence of experience. Very rarely did anyone stay for too long. His dextal hand rose to brush beneath his nostrils, the scent around him was irritating-- either that, or the smoke had left a smoothing cloud above.
❝ -- Aren't friends. ❞
Ajay, in that moment, realized he had lacked any form of defense or supplies if he had to stay around the area for more than a day. Ironic, really, seeing as his abilities didn't need a specific spacing in order to gather sufficient power. As his hood was swept back and fell upon his lower neck, dark hues met the others as if questioning further why remove the source of intimidation in the area.
❝ If you're no bio-terrorist, what are you? ❞
