[ The engine revs, low but still audible. He stops short of testing the hover-mechanism to glance over his shoulder at Cain. ]
Odd duck. [ Giovanni, that is. Unfortunate to lose anyone, of course, when they've no idea where the Displaced go (if they go anywhere at all). Though Fitz can't imagine him doing well with a kindhearted lad like Abel, so perhaps it's for the best. He sets about tidying up his tools, then, with a hum of acknowledgement and another look, when he starts talking about feeling the plants.
With a hand towel over his shoulder and wee box of materials, he walks nearer to Cain, setting the contents down on a nearby worktable and smoothing his hands over the surface. A neural command ups the volume on the radio (better to be safe, in matters involving Cain). ]
It's certainly unusual [ unprecedented, too, but he deigns to keep that thought to himself. Even as he speaks, he's running through his mental list of every ability among the Displaced, of the Inhumans in his main reality and every superhuman who signed the Sokovia Accords, too. Multiple abilities tend to be complementary, as in the case of Spider-Man or even Captain America. They don't have any powers as unrelated as spatial displacement and... plant growth on record. And any evolution in their abilities has been linear, as with Markus' shields or his own portals changing in size. ] But so are all our abilities.
[ He'll never forget Daisy's first day after activating her powers, hands and earth both shaking. The move is to reassure Cain, first, despite his own uncertainty. ]
And this has never happened before? [ measured, with a rap of his knuckles on the metal surface. After New Tokyo places a change in Cain alongside the shifts in the wider ecosystem of this world. He looks back to Cain, concern flickering in his eyes and the crease of his brow. ] Was there any knockback on you? [ He's intimately familiar with an ability that needed to take life to give it, and most things have a cost. ] Tiredness, weakness, et cetera? What about the glow?
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Odd duck. [ Giovanni, that is. Unfortunate to lose anyone, of course, when they've no idea where the Displaced go (if they go anywhere at all). Though Fitz can't imagine him doing well with a kindhearted lad like Abel, so perhaps it's for the best. He sets about tidying up his tools, then, with a hum of acknowledgement and another look, when he starts talking about feeling the plants.
With a hand towel over his shoulder and wee box of materials, he walks nearer to Cain, setting the contents down on a nearby worktable and smoothing his hands over the surface. A neural command ups the volume on the radio (better to be safe, in matters involving Cain). ]
It's certainly unusual [ unprecedented, too, but he deigns to keep that thought to himself. Even as he speaks, he's running through his mental list of every ability among the Displaced, of the Inhumans in his main reality and every superhuman who signed the Sokovia Accords, too. Multiple abilities tend to be complementary, as in the case of Spider-Man or even Captain America. They don't have any powers as unrelated as spatial displacement and... plant growth on record. And any evolution in their abilities has been linear, as with Markus' shields or his own portals changing in size. ] But so are all our abilities.
[ He'll never forget Daisy's first day after activating her powers, hands and earth both shaking. The move is to reassure Cain, first, despite his own uncertainty. ]
And this has never happened before? [ measured, with a rap of his knuckles on the metal surface. After New Tokyo places a change in Cain alongside the shifts in the wider ecosystem of this world. He looks back to Cain, concern flickering in his eyes and the crease of his brow. ] Was there any knockback on you? [ He's intimately familiar with an ability that needed to take life to give it, and most things have a cost. ] Tiredness, weakness, et cetera? What about the glow?