"You... I'm buying lunch." Logan's words almost didn't register as Atticus chased the blue creature around the room, trying to retrieve his glasses to no avail. He got close a few more times, but the thing always managed to teleport away and reappear in a random place. He had just about given up when a flash of light caught his peripheral vision.
Atticus hit the deck as a beam of light shot out from Alison's fingers, but she had been aiming for the blue thing that had taken his glasses. Or trying to aim for it. She took out a light bulb instead, which darkened the room considerably. Not that it bothered him much. Atticus had been living in darkness for the better part of the past decade, and his mutation improved his sense of perception well beyond the normal human range. He could still make out Alison clearly, outlined by twinkling lights that she seemed to be generating. Logan walked up behind her, placed a hand on her shoulder, and said something in a low voice in her ear. Even with his enhanced hearing, Atticus had a hard time making it out, but the coy smile on Alison's face told him all he needed to know. He frowned inwardly, masking it outwardly as irritability at the bamf stealing his glasses. Not that he actually needed them. Damn Logan. He had swooped in before Atticus had even had a chance to say anything remotely encouraging to the girl, who was clearly insecure and upset about her inaccuracy with her powers.
Atticus moved back towards her, ready to say something, but before he could speak the two newcomers followed Yukiko downstairs. The young man directly behind Yukiko seemed to slip on the stairs, but he had is eyes clenched shut, and after he opened them, Atticus swore he caught a momentary glimpse of a red glow. The newcomer explained that his eyes did that when he didn't rest them after five hours. Whatever that meant. He wasn't about to ask him to test it, since he got the distinct feeling it wouldn't end well for anyone. Instead, he moved closer to Alison.
"Your powers may be difficult to aim, but at least they're not as dangerous as his seem to be." He said softly to her, speaking objectively, with no derision or sarcasm directed at the newcomer but keeping the words between the two of them nonetheless. "If you like, I can help teach you how to be more accurate." Louder, enough for at least Logan to hear, he said, "And for the record, I think those dazzling lights of yours are pretty great." Worried that he might be coming on too strong, Atticus stopped himself. Sure, he wanted to impress her, but he also didn't want to confuse her or scare her off. Having never really known a normal life, he wasn't sure how to handle himself in situations like this, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from trying to win her over. Still, he decided to let her answer his offer before he continued talking. Besides, he couldn't say much more without seeming like he was trying to one up the older mutant anyway, and the last thing he wanted was for her to feel like a prize in a competition. She was free to make whatever decisions she wanted. But he couldn't help feeling like she was going to slip away if he didn't make some sort of move.
Atticus hit the deck as a beam of light shot out from Alison's fingers, but she had been aiming for the blue thing that had taken his glasses. Or trying to aim for it. She took out a light bulb instead, which darkened the room considerably. Not that it bothered him much. Atticus had been living in darkness for the better part of the past decade, and his mutation improved his sense of perception well beyond the normal human range. He could still make out Alison clearly, outlined by twinkling lights that she seemed to be generating. Logan walked up behind her, placed a hand on her shoulder, and said something in a low voice in her ear. Even with his enhanced hearing, Atticus had a hard time making it out, but the coy smile on Alison's face told him all he needed to know. He frowned inwardly, masking it outwardly as irritability at the bamf stealing his glasses. Not that he actually needed them. Damn Logan. He had swooped in before Atticus had even had a chance to say anything remotely encouraging to the girl, who was clearly insecure and upset about her inaccuracy with her powers.
Atticus moved back towards her, ready to say something, but before he could speak the two newcomers followed Yukiko downstairs. The young man directly behind Yukiko seemed to slip on the stairs, but he had is eyes clenched shut, and after he opened them, Atticus swore he caught a momentary glimpse of a red glow. The newcomer explained that his eyes did that when he didn't rest them after five hours. Whatever that meant. He wasn't about to ask him to test it, since he got the distinct feeling it wouldn't end well for anyone. Instead, he moved closer to Alison.
"Your powers may be difficult to aim, but at least they're not as dangerous as his seem to be." He said softly to her, speaking objectively, with no derision or sarcasm directed at the newcomer but keeping the words between the two of them nonetheless. "If you like, I can help teach you how to be more accurate." Louder, enough for at least Logan to hear, he said, "And for the record, I think those dazzling lights of yours are pretty great." Worried that he might be coming on too strong, Atticus stopped himself. Sure, he wanted to impress her, but he also didn't want to confuse her or scare her off. Having never really known a normal life, he wasn't sure how to handle himself in situations like this, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from trying to win her over. Still, he decided to let her answer his offer before he continued talking. Besides, he couldn't say much more without seeming like he was trying to one up the older mutant anyway, and the last thing he wanted was for her to feel like a prize in a competition. She was free to make whatever decisions she wanted. But he couldn't help feeling like she was going to slip away if he didn't make some sort of move.