Jason; Grass/Electrcity
Party; Whimsicott
"I was not her when you lost control so I was not harmed. I can teach you how to control your mind and thus your abilities if you desire my guidance."
Jason shrugged. "I'm usually pretty in control of myself, but this was new and took me by surprise." Jason paused for a moment to think. "But, I would still like some help. I'm sure there's things you could teach me about nature." He said, smiling. He watched as Lydia used some sort of healing on the tree he himself destructed. Jason sat himself criss-cross style, inspecting his hands. He closed his eyes, attempting to summon the power he used just a moment ago when he was interrupted by the ground beneath him subtly shaking. Jason turned his back to look behind him and saw the cause: Rex and his Tyrant play wrestling. The two fighting it out makes Jason happy. With his smile bigger then before, Jason refocused his mind on summing the power. He closed his eyes, and before he realized, small sparks flew around his hands and stitches. His jaw slightly dropped at the sight.
There's no way... Jason thought.
That first time wasn't a fluke. I can control it... Am I part electric now...? No. That's not possible. He shook his head.
But then I wouldn't be able to do this. He stopped the sparks, as he didn't want to draw too much attention to himself after almost killing a poor tree. Jason watched as Lydia floated down from said tree and once again filled his mind with her voice.
"I am beginning to question my decision to join your group. All I have seen is a destructive nature that fills my heart with fear and uncertainty. How can I trust you all with my safety when you turn and fight each other so often? We cannot undo what they did to us, but why do you accept the violent nature we were created for? I came here hoping to find hope that there were others who could help bring light to this world, but all I have seen here is darkness."
Jason raised an eyebrow.
Has she really never heard of roughhousing? They were just playing... and the tree thing was an accident. He shrugged.
She was right though. We don't have to accept our nature. We alone decide our fate. Jason turned as he listened to Rex speak.
"You can't tell me life in the forest was all gum drops and ice cream, either. We may have been made for a violent purpose, but not all of us accept it. You don't, Tulip and Arryn don't, most of us don't. I don't have to accept my violent nature, but I don't have to deny who I am, either." he said.
Jason nodded. "I wouldn't exactly say I'm violent either, I only fight to protect those who are worth fighting for. Could it have been worked out peacefully? Possibly. I don't know. But that is in the past now, and no excuse shall change that. All I can do now is apologize." He frowned as he thought of Tulip. She still wasn't around. Rex continued.
"What can I do with all my strength? I train every day, not to increase it, but to control it. And a monster lives in my heart, in my very soul, telling me to take what I want, do what I want, but I keep it in check. Because I don't fit in with humans. I barely fit in with other Hybrids. But I try. And I do what I can with what I have." He paused. "So I fight. I fight to protect my friends. I fight so they don't have to. And even if I can't fit through the damn front door, I fight because as long as I'm with them, I have a home. And that's more than Team Rocket ever gave me."
Jason nodded in agreement, saying while Rex came over and rubbed his head, "I didn't fight Gray for fun. I felt threaten that he would hurt Tulip and I, so I tried to protect her..." He got interrupted by a door slam. After turning around, Jason noticed Arryn coming outside, headed for the three of them. He waved.