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Mar 23, 2019 16:58:41 GMT
Post by Roxana Strix on Mar 23, 2019 16:58:41 GMT
HOLD IT INSTART A FIGHT, YOU WON'T WIN Roxana sat outside with her legs crossed and her hands resting in her lap, much like a meditation pose but a little lazier. She sat on a medium sized crystal bolder looking thing she had made near the edge of the island so she could sit near the sea and not get sand everywhere. Sand always got everywhere. It was nice to sit in the silence; silence being no voices, and just the sound of the water rolling in and out along the shoreline. It was peaceful and almost made her forget where she was and the world she lived in. A part of her wanted to go back, to the time where things were simple and she was not working through so many third parties.
Back when she just collected information or did a task for her organization and not what she was doing now, working in another organization for the organization. It would have been fine if this was a temporary thing, but she was fully expected to work here and all that her organization wanted was the usual information collection. She wondered what the end game would be this time. Wait and see if the mutants would rebel and then switch sides? Or was this purely a way to collect mutant information on a larger scale. Or was there something else?
Footsteps approaching made her thoughts about the bigger picture stop and go back to why she was here in the first place. Yes, it was pleasant to be out in the sun and be warmed by its rays, but that was not why she was here. She was meeting a fellow Guardian by the name of Kentaro Itonokogiri, a person she had interacted with several times now and she felt they got along well enough. He was smart and useful, not that she would ever use him for his power, but it still made him someone that was very important and someone her organization told her to keep a close eye on. He had talked to her about working out to stay in shape so every so often when they both had time off they would meet up to do that.
She didn't see why he felt the need to stay in shape, when he should be safe inside a building most of the time. But, it was what he wanted and she was free so she didn't mind. Plus she got to hear what he was researching about when he was allowed to talk about something or felt like it she supposed. She was still not sure his gain and angle on their relationship but she had gotten used to interacting with people to the point now she enjoyed whatever interaction she could get from time to time.
"Would you like me to make you one and we can sit for a while? Or would you like to get right into training?" Rox asked as she tapped on the crystal boulder, blue eyes looking towards Kentaro once he was closer.
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Mar 24, 2019 12:57:24 GMT
Post by Kentaro Itonokogiri on Mar 24, 2019 12:57:24 GMT
WORDS: 546 | When it came to his work, the MREA gave Kentaro almost unlimited resource. That showed just how valuable they saw information about mutations. What they would do after with that information, he chose not to care about. When you are ready to do a little evil in order to make a greater good you have to accept the fact that some may use it to do even more evil. As long as he could continue his research, it was all he would focus on. He really felt like this was the only efficient way to do it.
If they cared a great deal about what his knowledge and experiments can bring, they cared significantly less about his well-being. Kentaro was comfortable. He didn't need much and his basic needs were satisfied but he had grown restless a bit as of late. There was a time when Kentaro did sports. Back in elementary and middle school, he played soccer and baseball. He might not have been the best, but that kept him in shape. That and walking to school every day. He couldn’t say his walk to the lab was anything similar, nor his pacing around the camps with someone usually escorting him. It was true that this was not necessity. It also took on his time he should use to continue his work. But Kentaro didn’t want to wake up one day too weak to carry himself. Or worse, too fat to see his feet. It was why he wanted to keep in shape.
He didn’t need much. It wasn’t like his job required him to be at his peak in terms of physical strength and he didn’t want that. Or maybe seeing so many of the mutants in the camps turning apathetic over time got him to fear he would be next. Kentaro had share this desire of his with other Guardians. A few wondered why he bothered with this, since he was just a researcher and didn't need to physically train for his work, but one agreed to help him out. It was good, for he was able to get lost on his way of any training ground they used themselves to stay fit.
At least the place Roxana wanted him to go was easy to locate. Outside, the sea, the sand. Finding the exact spot might be a bit tougher but she was easy to notice. He saw the crystal boulder she was sitting on. Despite knowing she could make those, he was still impressed by what certain abilities allowed them to do. He looked at her sitting there for a moment. He didn't mind asking someone younger to train him. He was too practical to care about that. She may be younger but she clearly had more experience in that field.
He shook his head at her question. “I have spent the last hour or so sitting on a chair writing reports, I’m happy to have a chance to stretch my legs for a bit.” He didn’t mind if she wanted to take a moment before starting the training but he was also fine standing up. He did feel like he should remove his shoes though, if he wanted to be comfortable with all this sand, but other than that he was fine.
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Mar 24, 2019 16:12:52 GMT
Post by Roxana Strix on Mar 24, 2019 16:12:52 GMT
HOLD IT INSTART A FIGHT, YOU WON'T WIN Roxana took another deep breath, just enjoying the moment for a little while longer after Kentaro pointed out that he didn't want to sit at all. That was fair, if she had to sit in a room all day just using her brain, she probably go stir crazy. No, she would go stir crazy, hell she was going stir crazy not being able to go full out with her ability of late since most targets came in easy enough or it didn't require that much effort. It was why she pretty much wasted her power making that bolder, of course she had so much power still left in her but it was still kind of a waste to make it in the first place.
"Alright. Today we are going to be running on the beach. The sand makes it hard to get good traction, along with the water washing it add a secondary source to go up against." Roxana replied as she started to remove her shoes, not really looking forward to stepping in the sand but well it was the workout. It just always felt so weird and in a way she felt connected to it o some level. Likely because of her ability but it was weird feeling the connection through her feet and not her hands.
"You can place anything you don't want covered in sand on this crystal bolder, it should last long enough before we finish." Roxana added as she removed her jacket to reveal a short sleeved white shirt. She still wore a pair of jeans, but they were a very loose pair that was easy to move around it. It was a bit colder by the sea so she was not going to go down to her shorts or anything like that. They would start off with a light jog first, no need to overwork themselves right off the bat. As soon as it looked like Kentaro was ready, Rox would start to jog away, keeping her pace even with the researcher.
"What are you working on right now?" Rox asked, curious but understood if it was one of the jobs he could not talk about.
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Mar 26, 2019 15:44:49 GMT
Post by Kentaro Itonokogiri on Mar 26, 2019 15:44:49 GMT
WORDS:407 | Kentaro was glad he got Roxana to train him. Others might go pretty intense with it. This was not what he wanted. He didn't need big muscles, just to be in good enough shape to carry himself around. He had been raised with physical health being very important and that meant maintain a certain weight. What Roxana proposed for training today was a lot more along the lines he wanted. Plus running was something he used to do so he was confident, even if it had been a while since he ever played soccer. He did live not too far from water in his youth so the sand was not too much of an issue either. It even brought some memories, although Kentaro did not linger on them. There was no time for this and he was too practical to stray from his main goal here.
He did look at the water though. Sand, he could take but he didn’t know how cold the water was. This was another thought he pushed away as he took off his shoes. He might not be wearing workout clothes but it was of a light enough fabric to allow him to move freely. He rolled up his sleeves and placed his shoes on the boulder she previously sat on, as she told him to do. He was still impressed by what her power could achieve and how long it could last without her being around to maintain it in place. He wondered if there was no way of making it permanent. Again, he had to stop his mind from going away from what he was here for.
The jog helped. It took some time for him not to be too wobbly on his feet with the sand underneath. This was no even ground but he thought he managed to get a good pace. She gave him some extra challenge as she talked to him though. His brain would just love to stop and go back to his work and analyses and hypotheses. He needed to separate the action his body did and his thoughts. “There is a boy who can poison people through touch. We’ve created an anti-toxin but I was hoping we could create something to use as a pre-emptive action.” He spared her the details, less because he wanted to keep them to himself and more because he knew how complicated and uninteresting it could be to others.
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Mar 26, 2019 21:04:46 GMT
Post by Roxana Strix on Mar 26, 2019 21:04:46 GMT
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It was a pretty pleasant day, warm enough to want to be outside but cool enough thanks to the breeze coming in from the sea that it would not be miserably. They likely work up a little of a sweat but they would not be dripping wet, unless they jumped into the ocean which they could do but that would be up to Ken. Roxana was content with just a light jog along the shore, not wanting to do anything to high end given she had her own intensive workout. A workout that she preferred to do alone, but something like this was nice to do with someone else.
It didn't take too long for Kentaro to get used to running on the ground and Rox was pleased that he was keep up with her and even seemed like he could handle a conversation. Not everyone could talk while doing a light job, they had to focus on running, but he seemed fine. Still, she would avoid talking too much. She was however curious what he was working on and while it could wait, she wanted to hear about it to have more to think on when they were done running. The boys power sounded familiar to a girl Rox had knew back at school.
People had been working on a cure for her as well back then and it seemed Ken was successful with one for this boy but wanted something more? What more could he want then a anti-toxin. "Like a vaccine?" Roxana asked. She was by no means a science but she at least knew a little bit of something so she could fake it whenever she was in that kind of role. She was better suited to following orders and using her physical body to complete a job. That was not to say she was a complete brute and no brains but the less thinking she had to do the better.
Less thinking meant less likely to make mistakes or divert from what was desired.
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Mar 27, 2019 14:10:34 GMT
Post by Kentaro Itonokogiri on Mar 27, 2019 14:10:34 GMT
WORDS 440 | Ever since he had been transferred here, Kentaro couldn’t say he went out a lot. Past the fact that he had a terrible sense of direction that could easily get him lost, he didn’t go out mostly because he had no reason to. Being here, away from his work space with the clear water and clearer sky reminded him of all he pushed aside to focus on his work instead. He should do that more. Perhaps even go in town, if they would let him. He didn’t know if they would let him though.
He was glad that his body was not so stiff even after so little workout. It still remembered the movements he used to do so often in the past and he was not out of breath yet. It would have been such a blow to him otherwise. Satisfied that his body would follow without hitting him with a sudden cramp, he was able to talk with Roxana. He meant to shake his head but he stopped his movement mid-way. Not only was it not a good idea with them being in movement but he also doubted she’d notice it. “Vaccine wouldn’t be the term here. I’m talking of something you take before to counter the effects, but it wouldn’t last as long as a vaccine. More like a medication you take in precaution,” he explained. Again he wanted to talk in more details but he knew how science and medicine can be complicated to understand when you didn’t have good knowledge of it so he tired to go with something simple to explain himself.
Kentaro fell silent for a moment but he was not focused on the scenery and his jog. He was lost in his thoughts. “The ideal would be to counter the toxin altogether. He’s lucky that it doesn’t always seep out of him but it must be a terrible feeling to know you could poison just anyone if you are not careful.” Kentaro was well placed to understand how hard it could be on someone’s mind. His victims had so far been only of the rodent species but he could kill people as well as healing them. On his case however, it wouldn’t be by accident. He didn’t know if that made it better or worse. He doubted he could do what he just told Roxana. Not only did he lack the knowledge but he didn’t think it was something they’d let him work on. There were just so many other mutants for him to study and gather information about, he was lucky they let him even continue so far on this case.
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Mar 28, 2019 20:39:12 GMT
Post by Roxana Strix on Mar 28, 2019 20:39:12 GMT
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Roxana kept her relaxed pace jog, she could go much faster but she was content with this speed. Plus it allowed her to talk and learn something new which was always good. While she preferred to not have to think about too many things at once, it was still nice to have a lot of information to pull from in case it was ever needed. Never knew when knowing about someone working on some cure for a toxin could come in handy later on in her line of work. Her blue eyes remained forward but still listening to what the older gentlemen had to say towards her question.
It was less of a vaccine and more of like medication you would take every morning, which made sense. Would be a tall order to come up with something that would permanently block someones powers when powers themselves were ever changing to a certain extent. More accurately it was just the user gaining more control over their ability and thus being able to use it to its full potential and less of the power actually changing. "Do you think they would allow you to create it? It's practical in terms of dealing with that specific mutant but would you be able to apply it to all toxic mutant based powers?" Rox could not help to ask.
Probably should have been more found on the run but her interest had been peeked and she wonder just how much Ken was capable of. There was silence at one point between the two of them, which Roxana's was fine with and figured perhaps he wanted to just focus on the run. She was okay with that. Then he spoke, making it clear he likely had been lost in thought about the topic. "I can't personally relate but I figure that would be unfortunate. You sound like you really care about this boy or are you like this with every person you study?" Rox asked. She meant nothing bad by it, she just wanted to know.
Most people who study powers cared less about the person behind the power and more about the power itself.
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Post by Kentaro Itonokogiri on Apr 1, 2019 13:05:04 GMT
WORDS 492 | Kentaro had never done any heavy training. He had gym classes, played some games with friends, but that was it. He had no power that would require him to train physically. This jog felt a lot more like something he was used to. Then again, he was used to jog on pavement, not sand, but it was still common movements for him and an activity he found out his body had not forgotten about. Maybe he could do that more often, and not necessarily with Rox. He just needed to make sure he wouldn’t get lost along the way. As of now, he fully trusted the younger woman to know where they were going.
He knew that what he truly wanted for the boy basically meant finding a way to put an end to his power, but would that really be a bad thing? He understood how some may be called less a gift and more a curse. At the same time, he didn’t want to remove a power entirely, but that would make for a very incredible scientific finding if achieved. “That would be impossible, I’d say. After all, you can create an antidote only by working from the toxin itself. I would say no toxic-based power produces the same one, but that would be interesting to have two people with the exact power and see if the same antitoxin works on both.” That would sadly be amongst the many theories and hypotheses he can make for now and possibly may never be able to answer.
This conversation had him also become less into the physical activity. To the point that, when she commented on how much he seemed to care, he slowed down. He nearly tripped to for a time. He didn’t realise that he was almost at a stop, his mind no longer allowing him to move as it focused on thinking. He quickly noticed this however and shook himself up. “I do know what it’s like to have a power that can kill people without you meaning to, so I guess I can relate, to a certain point. He provides me with a challenge and an opportunity to study in depth something that interests me,” he explained. It was true that he could end up caring more than he should for certain of his ‘test subjects’. He could not help it, but it generally started from the power or the data he got from the tests than the person themselves. Then again, their attitude might also play a role.
He was also interested in Rox’s power and wanted to know more but he realised how much he stalled them with all of this. “I’m sorry, I asked you to take on your time for this and I’m not even training properly.” He guessed the questioning could go for after they return to her crystal boulder once the training was done. He assumed she just wanted them to jog.
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Post by Roxana Strix on Apr 2, 2019 17:25:22 GMT
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It would be impossible. Right, Rox thought as much. Even if someone had a similar power to another, there was always something specifically about their power that made it different. At least for physical based powers, she was not sure if the same could be said for mentally based powers. Perhaps the only difference there would be how much control another person had but if someone could move things with their mind and someone else could do the same thing, well there was little that made the powers different in Roxana's mind. She didn't say anything, just made a mental note and kept jogging at least until Kentaro started to slow down. Was he tired already? Or was he just done running and wanted to do more talking or something else?
She remained silent however, not noticing that he was out of breath and if anything it just seemed like he was deep in thought. When Ken eventually started to speak, that made it clear that he was in fact thinking. Blue eyes looked to him was he pointed out that while he could not relate to having a power that could kill someone, that he pretty much found it interesting all the same. "Sounds like they picked the perfect person for the job then." Rox replied. If he clearly was interested in his work and he wanted to know more for himself then for the protect or money he was given well he was ideal for the job.
The kind of person that would put his heart into his work and thus more time and care. Perhaps not kindness and care in the eyes of the people he was studying, but for the ones in charge of Ken, they had to be pleased with him. She gave a slight motion with her head for them to pick up the pace so they could reach they spot that she planned for them to turn around and head back. There was an apology. "No need to apologize. I find it...interesting to see where people have passion and how they view the work they are told to do." Rox replied, and it was an honest answer.
Passion was...difficult for her to understand, there was not much she had passion in doing besides pleasing her family and employers but even that seemed to wain at times. Hearing what other people cared about and what they desired just gave her perspective.
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Post by Kentaro Itonokogiri on Apr 4, 2019 19:24:14 GMT
WORDS: 347 | Kentaro had always been curious and passionate about powers, ever since he discovered he had one himself. He wanted to understand, that was the reason he had in mind when he first joined science clubs and later picked that line of work. He didn't just want to test his power, he wanted to learn about it from the basics, on a genetic level. It was also why he was so passionate about others' abilities. He wanted to learn about those too and if he had to push them, he would.
He supposed they did pick the right person for the job then. He was not sure how much he liked it. It wasn't like he believed in their view of mutants but that was the only way he found to continue his research. More than that, he was offered more resource and leniency. He did have to satisfy some of their demands, of course, and report everything, but his options were very limited here and so he agreed. "I dont know if 'pick' is the right word for any of us, but we have limited options and at least like that I can continue my work." He never would have thought they would offer him this position. That they would use hi work, sure, but not that they'd let him continue. "I'm not trying to be cruel to anyone," he felt the need to justify. Some people didn't understand his practical mind, saw cruelty if not worse in it, but he never intended to hurt anyone and never did that on purpose when it happened. Sometimes though, science could be seen like this.
Roxana accepted his apology and gestured for them to continue. He resumed the jog. He found it a tad amusing to talk of passion, but he supposed it was the right word this time. "What are you passionate about?" he asked in return. He did want to learn a little more of her, if only because he had not seen someone else with a power like hers and she seemed to control it very well.
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Post by Roxana Strix on Apr 8, 2019 19:44:23 GMT
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Her fellow employee of the ones who held the cards was right. Well at least her first level of employers, not the ones that were really calling the shots for Roxana specifically but Kentaro didn't have to worry about them for now. Of course in her next report she would mention him and no doubt they would think he was useful. Perhaps she would have duel bosses like she did, but she did not know if Ken would like that. The way he spoke now made it clear that he was not in full agreement with how things were and Rox was surprised to hear him speak out loud about the matter. "Bold of you to say such things out loud in front of another guardian. Not worried that I could be a loyalist?" Rox asked.
She was not, but she was curious why he had felt comfortable enough to share his thought with her on the matter. It was not like he went into detail or anything or outright said he hated the system and wanted to do away with it. Yet, people had gotten in trouble for even hinting at the system not being perfect or what they wanted. Rox had, but it was nothing more then a verbal warning and she was not in the least bit afraid of it. If she had been ordered to by her actual employers, she would kill ever last person here. Well, she let those who were forced here or just trying to survive go most likely but the rest who really wanted and believed in this system she had no issue eliminating.
They resumed their jog with the question of what her passion was. The blonde remained silent for a moment, her eyes squinting briefly in thought on it. "My powers...I like training and improving my skills with my powers ad making them more useful to me and others. Developing skills that will result in praise." Rox answered. She was not sure if what she said made any sense, it just kind of fell out of her mouth the way it played out in her brain. She was trying to be careful of how she worded it. Yet in sort, she basically liked to be skilled and powerful to result in praise.
"Not really as...good as a passion to understand others powers." Rox replied. Her passion didn't even really feel like a passion, more like a want that she did because she liked praise. Did she even have a real passion?
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Apr 13, 2019 13:53:19 GMT
Post by Kentaro Itonokogiri on Apr 13, 2019 13:53:19 GMT
WORDS:487 | Was it really dangerous to talk like this? Kentaro had never made it a secret before. He was not aggressive in his way of speaking his mind, he merely pointed out a fact they all knew. That didn't stop him from working for the MREA. The youg woman seemed surprised of this. "They know," he assured her. He could point out that it was stupid to get rid of him because he may not share their beliefs, considering his skills outweighed this little problem. Plus he never really left the camps so you could argue he was a contained problem, in other words under control. "They hired me because they saw my notes and I accepted because it was the only way I could continue my research. We may disagree on certain things but we're useful to each other." He also thought he was a better choice because he cared about mutants and not only as lab rat to test on. He had a genuine desire to understand beyond how he could use those powers. Maybe that sometimes made him reluctant to perform certain experiments but he also knew how little choice he had on the matter. The fact he was the best option could also play against him sometimes.
In the end, Kentaro knew his place and without being loyal to this cause, he would not sabotage it. Roxana didn't sound like a loyalist either. More like someone in the same situation he was. He believed a lot of the mutants working as a guardian were the same. It was hard to imagine you wanting to kill fellow mutants purely out of hatred for them. It was more that it was their best solution if they wanted to survive.
Training and improving one's skill. In a way, he wished they could do that with everyone here, as this would make his job even more interesting, but there were just so many they preferred to keep in check. As long as they remained under control, the rest was not as important. "You are lucky to be among those who can still improve, it's good that you do it," he told her. He really believed like this was the thing to do, that everyone should do, for everyone's sake and not just their own. To him, it was a passion, as you had to put the efforts into improving your skills and becoming the best you can be.
He didn't think it was not as good as his passion. "I wanted to understand mutations because I first wanted to understand my own and see its full extent," he admitted. He was curious about hers too. Since she was well trained, he didn't need to really check on her and as a result had little personal information about Roxana. He was curious to see if that crystal boulder would really still be there by the time they returned to it.
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Apr 21, 2019 14:34:23 GMT
Post by Roxana Strix on Apr 21, 2019 14:34:23 GMT
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They already knew. Well, that was a surprise to Roxana. Perhaps this agency was a bit more lax on people and their opinions for some reason. Or they knew that despite what Kentaro belied, he would not do anything that would upset the system or anything like that. Rox's real organization was less kind to those with ill opinion of them, even if they might not say it you would learn that you had to be careful what you said around certain people eventually. "That's how many alliances are formed. Might not like one another but have something each other wants. I have great respect for someone who knows their usefulness and is not afraid to speak their mind because of it." Roxana replies, giving a small nod as she still jogs.
She could do that in certain situations but not many given while she was a very skilled solider, they were always raising and training more so she could be replaced. Those with real intelligence where not so easily replaced. What a freeing life it must have been, knowing that no one would kill you because you served them a purpose they needed more then your death. In a way they were in a similar situation except it was more so Rox as told to be apart of the group by her real employers and was not doing it out of needing something out of them. Well, she needed information but she knew how to get that without having to be the inside person but this was what she was told to do so she had to do it.
Her eyes glanced over at her fellow jogger at his point of how she was lucky that she could keep improving her abilities. She supposed that was a fair assessment given the ones that were locked up were not technically allowed to use their powers as much. "I have to if I am to remain useful." Rox replied in a way that made it clear that it was a fact. If she did not keep getting stronger and improve what she was able to do, she would be tossed aside. She would be useless. Perhaps not to the group she and Ken worked under now but to the ones who her family had been working for for years now. It made sense that by understanding others powers he would be able to understand his a bit more.
Rox was curious about others powers but not to the level of thinking it would help her understand her own better. She just needed to know peoples weakness so that her ability would allow her to win in the end. At least his desire for knowledge was not as selfish as hers. "Would not just using your power more give you that same understanding?" Rox asked, slightly confused. Why did he need to know how others powers worked to understand his better?
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Post by Kentaro Itonokogiri on Apr 24, 2019 0:05:11 GMT
WORDS: 445 | In a way, the organization had him. Sure, it was easier for them to have him around, but they could find another researcher. He couldn't be too vocal then. Not that it mattered much, they all knew he was the one who had the most to win and certainly the most to lose in this relatioship. He could now and then challenge their beliefs but he would never go too far. He did believe it was better to have a researcher who could view them as humans though. The experiments could be very rough and the care was more on getting the best data possible than the people going through it. As long as no one made reference to what the Japanese did to the Chinese... but then again, how many of them even knew of this? Without meaning to call them ignorant, he didn't think they cared much about their history, let alone that of others.
"I think you give me more credit than I deserve. I do speak my mind on occasion but I'm sure they see it more as some mad scientist's rant. I am not trying to change their beliefs, merely pointing out that we may have a similar goal but different views." He wondered if she said it because she did the same or wished to do something similar herself. Kentaro couldn't say he knew a lot of people based on their personality. He knew their powers, he could help them regarding those, but didn't think much of them passed that detail.
"Useful... That seems to be the only thing of importance as of late." He didn't come to America because he thought he could be useful. He wanted to learn. And then he got caught up in this mess. He didn't feel like he could complain too muc, as it was the case for everyone, but they did end up being put inside categories. How dangerous were you and if you were, how useful could you be? This organization was truly powerful to have so may bending their knee to them only to survive. At the same time, they may fall one day. But Kentaro didn't care about this. All he wanted was to focus on his research.
She was a bit confused by what he said. Maybe he didn't express himself properly. English was not his first language after all. "I wanted to understand why I got this ability and how it affected me on a biological and genetic level. This helped me understand other people's powers a little better too, and this knowledge also bettered the one I had of mine." Was it better to understand that way?
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