Penguin Spies

[chore_boy]

Who: The Penguin Crew
Where: On Corsair Isle, Outside of Corsair Isle, at sea, etc.
When: 4/24 - 4/27
Warnings: Nothing anticipated!
Style: Action, prose, etc.
Status: Open to crew!

Catch-all for the Penguin crew! Open threads below.

Brief summary: The crew left Isla Empieza as of the beginning of the week and arrived at Corsair Isle later on in the week. Threads can be at sea traveling to Corsair, on the island itself or on the ship waiting outside of the island.

Comments

[youshouldberunning]

Um... [She bit her inner lip a moment, watching him, then frowning, slowly extended her hand outwards a bit, away from the two of them but so he could see. She’s have conversations with others. They already know. Being honest is good here. They’re fine with her here.]

I... think I’m the only one that can do this back home. [Her hand ignited in blue flames, starting from her palm and moving over her fingers and her wrist, down her arm a bit. The further away from skin the less blue and more orange it turned. It’s a strong radiating heat. She turned her hand one way then the other, showing that she isn’t burning.]

I’m... told, however, that this isn’t abnormal for some of you guys? [she gave him a side glance, almost unsure if she wants to see his reaction or not, and almost looking apologetic, though mostly out of habit.]

[lazyjustice]

[yes and no. Devil Fruit were not particularly common world wide, but Marines were expected to have a working knowledge of them]

Not entirely, no. [watches the fire impassively.] I take it it gets out of your control and is exceedingly destructive? [as fire is wont to do]

[youshouldberunning]

[she drew her hand back in and squished the fires out, as if hiding it once again.]

Pyrokinetic, they call it. It's... mental. Produced out of thin air and thoughts. It's... emotional. Unstable when I can't control my emotions. Get hurt. That kind of thing. it can... be devastating if it takes control, if I can't keep control.

[she shrugged, tucking her arms around her middle and leaning on them.] I don't think anyone can actually help me with that.

[lazyjustice]

Help is the easy part, but success relies on your commitment and belief in your own ability to control it.

If it goes beyond you... [ice forms on his shoulders and spreads over the deck, cracking in the warmth but immediately reinforced. It flows around her as well, not aiming for a threat, but a promise that while she may lose control...]

I've tempered hotter fires than yours.

[youshouldberunning]

I've... been working on it. Hadn't had an incident in a while till recently. [she's silent for a little bit, considering what he said. And when the ice built up around, she looked a bit surprised. She could feel the cool come from it. Her hand reached out, warm finger to cold ice. Interesting.]

How do you know how hot my fire can get? [she's taken out an entire circle of blocks before. instantly.] How well would this stand an explosion?

[lazyjustice]

As well as it needs to. [he's reasonably assured he won't have a problem. However...] We'll practice together. Smoker may be able to help, as well. If nothing else, you won't be able to burn either of us.

[youshouldberunning]

[There's that small smile, drawing her hand back from the ice and giving a bit of a nod. Even just the assurance will be a help if she ever has a problem with this.] Good to know.

[and looking at him again she rubbed at the back of her neck, adding in cautiously] You can... also knock me out. I think. It's mental, so if I'm unconscious, it'll stop all flames in my control.

[lazyjustice]

Understood.

[that shouldn't be to difficult. Smoker definitely wouldn't have a problem with that sort of thing.]

It should be the least of your worries here...