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4nations2013-06-13 02:13 pm
howisaraven) wrote in 4nations2013-06-13 02:13 pm
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Who: Enigma and all of you fine people.
Where: outside School of New Beginnings
When: Thursday afternoon
The technology here at this Dai Li or whatever was primitive at best. It felt like he'd been thrown back into ancient China or some equivalent timeframe. He wasn't too familiar with ancient history, just of the present and his little obsessions with Batman, neither of which was truly helping him here.
That left Enigma with one option: to learn this fire-bending nonsense. He was never really the magic type, though he'd invented technology powered by it. He also knew the destruction it could cause; he'd seen it. But thinking of the past wouldn't do him any good. He'd use this power for good in a place where hero wasn't a dirty word.
He'd placed his wooden crooked question mark-like staff leaning against a tree, his usual gloves wrapped around the crook to keep them from getting dirty. He chose to attempt this fire stuff outside to prevent burning down the school. He'd generated a flame once before, and he chose to use the same method of replication. Holding out his hand, he traced a circular-type motion from shoulder to straight out in front of him. A small blast of fire did appear, well focused, reflecting his determination and strong-willed nature. It wasn't too powerful, though, for some odd reason and quickly disappeared. Perhaps it was his hesitation to utilize such an art.
Enigma frowned. He'd definitely need more practice.
Where: outside School of New Beginnings
When: Thursday afternoon
The technology here at this Dai Li or whatever was primitive at best. It felt like he'd been thrown back into ancient China or some equivalent timeframe. He wasn't too familiar with ancient history, just of the present and his little obsessions with Batman, neither of which was truly helping him here.
That left Enigma with one option: to learn this fire-bending nonsense. He was never really the magic type, though he'd invented technology powered by it. He also knew the destruction it could cause; he'd seen it. But thinking of the past wouldn't do him any good. He'd use this power for good in a place where hero wasn't a dirty word.
He'd placed his wooden crooked question mark-like staff leaning against a tree, his usual gloves wrapped around the crook to keep them from getting dirty. He chose to attempt this fire stuff outside to prevent burning down the school. He'd generated a flame once before, and he chose to use the same method of replication. Holding out his hand, he traced a circular-type motion from shoulder to straight out in front of him. A small blast of fire did appear, well focused, reflecting his determination and strong-willed nature. It wasn't too powerful, though, for some odd reason and quickly disappeared. Perhaps it was his hesitation to utilize such an art.
Enigma frowned. He'd definitely need more practice.