[ All that he can do is trigger it, which can come in handy— he at least knows that the transformation always starts with his hands, so he can pack a pretty heavy punch now. But other than that, he can't really decide which parts of his body turn to metal. If there's a logic to it, he hasn't figured it out yet.
He smiles faintly at her words, tipping his head to the side. ]
I was thinking of avoiding getting stabbed altogether. Seems like the smarter choice.
[ But he could use being a little more careful around here. There are other people with their own abilities, he's not just fighting overconfident humans out there.
Setting the matter aside, he looks around the room, taking in the smaller details of the place. It is quite nice. Big too, which prompts the question. ] Are you living here with someone?
( in time, wanda does think that perhaps erik could learn to control this new subset of his mutation. the latter option sounds more appealing, though, of avoiding getting stabbed altogether. it makes her wonder in what state erik must have been in to have been unable to push a knife out of the way; it's metal, after all. suppose that the blackout was just extremely chaotic, and there were even raiders with some amount of powers. it had been surprising.
as he looks around the room, she picks at where his thoughts are wandering toward, then settles back on the couch, crossing her legs under herself. )
Yes. ( it's not really a secret, but she's rushed with a sense of embarrassment because this relates back to one of the questions she had initially asked him—that which led him to come here in the first place. ) I'm living with David. The mutant I mentioned. ( it's still weird to not just call him 'guy' and having, instead, to call mutants for what they are. ) He's not in right now.
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[ All that he can do is trigger it, which can come in handy— he at least knows that the transformation always starts with his hands, so he can pack a pretty heavy punch now. But other than that, he can't really decide which parts of his body turn to metal. If there's a logic to it, he hasn't figured it out yet.
He smiles faintly at her words, tipping his head to the side. ]
I was thinking of avoiding getting stabbed altogether. Seems like the smarter choice.
[ But he could use being a little more careful around here. There are other people with their own abilities, he's not just fighting overconfident humans out there.
Setting the matter aside, he looks around the room, taking in the smaller details of the place. It is quite nice. Big too, which prompts the question. ] Are you living here with someone?
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as he looks around the room, she picks at where his thoughts are wandering toward, then settles back on the couch, crossing her legs under herself. )
Yes. ( it's not really a secret, but she's rushed with a sense of embarrassment because this relates back to one of the questions she had initially asked him—that which led him to come here in the first place. ) I'm living with David. The mutant I mentioned. ( it's still weird to not just call him 'guy' and having, instead, to call mutants for what they are. ) He's not in right now.