This is Me

[Nox]

[[ continued from Convincing Conversations ]]

The last kid finally walked out and Nox lead Raffe inside. The bright yellow of baboo floors and slightly Asian accents on the walls were a calling out to the owners tasts and his up bringing -- a monastery if Nox remembered the man's bio. He wondered what it was like to be famous -- not that he wanted to be. Just curious.

Trophies all sorts lined the walls. And the dojo was nearly empty, Nox could hear voices in the office and Nox wanted to squeeze Raffe's hand. He was far more nervous about throwing around the power than he thought. The darkness touched the edges, but it was the arm that he had the most concerns about. He wanted to impress Raffe not make a fool of himself, as if Raffe even cared. Other than a gentle tease anyway. Which only made Nox smile and hoped that eased his fears. He couldn't have fear in this -- fear lead down the wrong path and the power could consume him. This wasn't just relearning how to use his arm, it was learning out to fight the darkness while it pressed in on the power. He was in control. Nox waited for the voices to approach.