Walking A New Path

[Nox]

Nox shrugged at the personal question. He wasn't going to explain his mood to a virtual stranger regardless of how much Ivan looked like he felt. They weren't friends. Hell, sometimes Nox was pretty sure even his friends weren't his friends. But that was things he was trying to ignore right now. The power called to him despite the fact it hurt like fuck right now to touch it. It was all in his head. Memories, nightmares come to life. Didn't matter that it was the same old same old, his mind played tricks on him, just like the voice of his sister sitting in his head when shit got hard, or when he needed to hear a pep talk, or to be put in his place. Either way Aurora was there to tame his inner feelings - whatever he needed - she was always there. Always had been and now he was lost without her. He'd never get that feeling back. That hope he found in his eight might older sister.

It seemed like they were both in the same boat. Except ... well except nothing. Someone was doing more than threatening Nox, they were really trying to kill him. He could sympathize, but that pushed things he didn't want to get into. Talking had never been his thing. At least not to him. He'd never understand. Ivan was a goodie goodie cop who believed the world was black and white.

Nox smirked at being the go-to-guy. "The go-to-guy. Apparently." How many was this now? Three? Yeah that's real go to. But hey he'd take it. Though Nox wasn't sure how he could help him. "I can try." He said simply. There wasn't always an easy way to teach someone. Ivan had control over the power, he didn't need to learn how to grab it at will. No, they'd already done that. Nox remembered that day in the tunnels with not so much fondness - fucking deadly monsters that he had no idea what they were. Dorian was looking into it now. He had a badge and everything. Made sense after seeing the dude with the labcoat . Nox frowned - he'd let Dane kill the man. Another failure...

Nox didn't really know how to start. "Tell me what you know about the power." There wasn't much really to it. Five elements, each one a distinct flavor, color, texture - however you saw it. It didn't matter how you interpreted it, but it was five distinct threads in a flow you could weave into just about anything if you could figure out how to do it.

Nox didn't want to grab the power. The pain wasn't something he looked forward to, but he knew in the long run he'd have to. For now, he sat back in the chair and studied the stone board in front of him while he waited for Ivan's response.