02-23-2020, 03:24 PM
The kid seemed to light up at his offer, which would throw anyone else off. Sure, it was unusual - not just that someone so young was so interested in combat in general, but that someone so young and so anxious could suddenly shift gears into a more natural sort of child-like curiosity. Not the curiosity that he seemed afraid of having, the one that stuttered (more often at least) and constantly self-justified as if he was about to get hit for asking a simple question, but something more akin to a socially adjusted kid, which was good to see. Couldn't go about training someone that was like that at all times.
Training, huh? The thought almost snuck up on him, a gate-crasher, naturally sliding into his processes without so much as an invitation. He supposed it could be arranged - anyone could be useful, and the kid seemed smart enough, which he had even gone ahead and mentioned (not that he had said anything smart so far, but something about how he looked around appealed to Revolver's sense of talent; he could spot an analytical mind when he saw one). Plus, it was about time he started building up some sort of group. Couldn't go about with his plans on his own. Not easily, at least.
"Alrighty then," he said, glancing at the kid, taking in that big smile with slightly raised eyebrows. Perhaps he was just interested in learning a new talent? That would resonate better than some sort of sadistic angle, and from the questions he had asked earlier in the day, he did seem one that just... investigated things. The ocelot pulled out one of the knives from his bandolier with his mind, a smaller affair, slimmer, more suited to throwing than some of his combat knives. The edge was straight, the blade thin, small, not like a butcher knife (those things were unwieldy as hell), and it lacked the serrated edge of some of his other blades, but one could tell just by looking at it that it got the job done. He kept the knife in front of him, though, just for a moment, clearly about to preface what was about to happen. "Now, if you're gonna do this, keep in mind that this thing's sharp as - I don't want you getting me in trouble with your parents if ya cut yourself on accident. Also, you'll have to throw by mouth, if you want the best results, unless you're holding out on some power ya happen t'have." The last part was said without an accusatory tone, a simple little statement, because frankly, Revolver didn't peg the kid as the type to have many powers. Anxiety conditions, sure, but powers were another thing altogether.
Not that anyone truly looked like they had powers.
"Now, with all that out of the way," he said, floating the knife towards Izuku hilt first, "we can begin."
Training, huh? The thought almost snuck up on him, a gate-crasher, naturally sliding into his processes without so much as an invitation. He supposed it could be arranged - anyone could be useful, and the kid seemed smart enough, which he had even gone ahead and mentioned (not that he had said anything smart so far, but something about how he looked around appealed to Revolver's sense of talent; he could spot an analytical mind when he saw one). Plus, it was about time he started building up some sort of group. Couldn't go about with his plans on his own. Not easily, at least.
"Alrighty then," he said, glancing at the kid, taking in that big smile with slightly raised eyebrows. Perhaps he was just interested in learning a new talent? That would resonate better than some sort of sadistic angle, and from the questions he had asked earlier in the day, he did seem one that just... investigated things. The ocelot pulled out one of the knives from his bandolier with his mind, a smaller affair, slimmer, more suited to throwing than some of his combat knives. The edge was straight, the blade thin, small, not like a butcher knife (those things were unwieldy as hell), and it lacked the serrated edge of some of his other blades, but one could tell just by looking at it that it got the job done. He kept the knife in front of him, though, just for a moment, clearly about to preface what was about to happen. "Now, if you're gonna do this, keep in mind that this thing's sharp as - I don't want you getting me in trouble with your parents if ya cut yourself on accident. Also, you'll have to throw by mouth, if you want the best results, unless you're holding out on some power ya happen t'have." The last part was said without an accusatory tone, a simple little statement, because frankly, Revolver didn't peg the kid as the type to have many powers. Anxiety conditions, sure, but powers were another thing altogether.
Not that anyone truly looked like they had powers.
"Now, with all that out of the way," he said, floating the knife towards Izuku hilt first, "we can begin."
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