are we born this way? [o] power mishap

[VASS .]

Chaos was the tiger's element: before there was water, before there even was a sense of true power in him. Be it physical prowess or the magik that called to him from the north side of camp- Vaas had chaos. It was where he found his calm, his sense of purpose was meant to be in the throws of it: it was what made him a fine warrior. What drove him to fight, to learn, to calm from a strung out day. He returned to his cage and let the lights flicker on, let the music and base rage from the speakers of his cage and simply watch as a crowd drew closer, as a party- chaotic and hectic called to him. As Vaas found peace in the dichotomy.

Vaas slipped from his cage then, where the shouts were drowned, the boardwalk even though part of the clan's border still a distance. But he could hear it, the chirping of birds of a current that was non-natural. Shouts, cries. He was quick to return- grappling the quick fire sack that he had cobbled together of the remnant of herbs that they held. That Vaas had built for himself of what he knew only barely.

In the chaos of the moment, vaas found his peace.

"Rhinestonestar, i need you to work with Quasar. Get him calm now, powers are emotional base." Vaas' voice was curt, in his element. "Nine, i need you here." He really didn't, but he knew that Quasar would benifit from a fimiluar face, not one he didn't particularly like.  Vaas stepped closer towards Dovah. "Dovah, i need your responces for this, so pay attention, alright?" Vaas' voice was like stone, concrete, and he didn't reach out to touch dovah, instead he lowered his head to get a closer look.

Electrical, he needed to check for burns, for their breathing. It was rapid and their body was still flailing. It felt childish, it felt dangerous, but Vaas moved on instict, a gentle touch of dovah to see if any electricity arced from him still before he pulled the fur that covered his own and settling it on dovah's form. The fur covering him entirely including his eyes.

"close your eyes, Dovah. I need yo to focus, do you feel any stinging, burning, and where." One thing at a time, there wasn't something he could do about the eyes at the moment, and there would be time to tell. "Quasar, i need you to talk to me, what happened. take a deep breath, breathe. talk to me hermano. i need you to tell me, you where here."

Around his wrist, the small bracel of water flexed with his own breathing. Not a fleck of ice no matter how frigid the water was to him. It was something to focus on. He knew power, was born around thoese who held it, even if he was still learning to control his own. Vaas was Quasar's mentor damn it. It scared him to see the power the kid already ehld, but the other was so much like him, and his power was so dangerous. THey would... they needed to work on that, eventually.

Vaas thought teaching Quasar how to hunt in the water would keep a damper on his own powers. the current of the water helping not only Vaas control his, but keep what little sparks he had seen on Quasar mostly at bay, there would need to be a lot more done after this. "You just signed yourself up for some breathing exercises, cachorro" It was a breathless remark, a light chuckle form the tiger has he addressed his apprentice. Gods damn, there was gifted, and then there was fucking gifted

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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