Getting Up to Par [Open]

Zephyr glanced impassively down at the pitiful emerald haired child before him, she'd grown awfully quiet all of a sudden and her features had adopted a stone like quality which caused the mercenary to release a weary sigh, if the girl started sulking he had half a mind to simply dismiss his current agenda and simply walk out on the juvenile adolescent. If the callow gamine couldn't take even the most basic of criticism then she lacked the maturity necessary to even set foot within the labs, let alone be a functional member of the Kabal. The one thing which kept the hazel haired hessian in his place was the fact that, since he had disciplined her, the girl had not yet whined or complained, thus demonstrating she possessed some form of mental capacity. Still though the elementals patience would only last so long and once it had depleted well, things would likely become... unpleasant.

Fortuitously for the emerald haired gamine though she found her tongue within a reasonable frame of time and admitted to her own ignorance in the realm of mutation development, a cold cadence resonated within the gamines voice as she spoke, her sullen tone revealed her mood as she tread a fine line between being compliance and defiance, as the child had yet to complain verbally the reticent mercenary ignored the adolescents tone and instead concentrated on her words, after all the most efficient method to judge the girls mutation and future potential would be to have her tell him herself and such a process would go far faster ig the child believed she could speak freely.

Sadly however it seemed as though the guileless gamine was not capable of learning from her past mistakes, really it almost bordered on inquisitive surprise when one considered she'd viewed the hazel haired hessian with abject terror no more than five minutes ago, yet now she felt comfortable enough to animadvert the very person who'd nearly stripped her of consciousness. Were it not for the fact that Zephyr believed nearly all children to be puerile uncouth halfwits the impassive elemental may have taken an interest as to where this sudden bout of courage had originated from, as it was though the taciturn Kabal member simply offered the churlish child a withering glance as he once again thinned the air surrounding the petulant adolescent, not enough to pose any legitimate danger but sufficient to serve as a warning. The elemental was in no mood to deal with any impertinent impulses.

Once his tocsin had been delivered however Zephyr released his hold upon the air, allowing things to return to their natural balance as he began to speak.

"Your first problem is a lack of respect for your own abilities, you trivialize it and thereby allow others to do the same. You possess the ability to end a life far more easily than most and that is something which must be taken seriously..." The elemental trailed off, pondering his next words for a moment while he looked the child over with a critical eye, recalling the brief glimpse he had seen of her gift thus far. "Your mutation is the ability to manipulate certain materials into prosaic physical constructs and induce them to a highly volatile state. I suggest you memorize that description, it will serve you far better than your current explanation and will likely gain you a greater amount of recognition in the future. Moving on though, now that we've established the basic's let us try specifics shall we? Can you continue to manipulate the cloth after it has formed the doll? How much material is required for a doll? What other materials can you use? Is the explosion of your dolls automatic or does it require conscious effort? Finally can you control the size of each explosion?"