Geo's remarks about parents hit pretty close to home. Max's mother and father had jobs that were more like a life to them than the family they had back at home. It was part of why he never wanted to get stuck in the corporate grind of long hours and no joy.

It was the assessment of Max's hypothetical fight that made the young man think. Geo had made a rather accurate assessment based off nothing more than the quick example of abilities they had shared outside. It showed his tactical mind.

"You make a good point there," Max replied, "Keeping your opponent off guard is half the game."

He gave a nod of accepted defeat.

"Also you have me there. Projectiles are my worst enemies. If I'm up in your face I can keep you off balance with gravity, but at a distance I have few options." He conceded.

He pulled one of his metal and wire yo-yos out of his pack. His fingers traced the foam and duct tape wrapped around the loop for his finger before he tossed it to Geo.

"I have to make contact to use my power. I made these so I could extend my range, but it still isn't perfect. Your a mechanic right? If you have any modification ideas I'm all ears." He said with a grin.

"All a scrap is is a game of strategy. Most of it's mental the rest is reactive. You just have to follow your instincts and pat attention." It was something he had to learn quickly. When he first started fighting he was sloppy. Irrational. There was no rhyme or reason to his attacks and the slightest thing would send him into a rage along with another slew of mistakes. But anything with enough practice became second nature. He had to learn to focus that anger into fuel, fuel for a war machine that he had to be to survive. Though it wasn't war times any more. Not yet.

"I got dragged into the fight at seventeen. Out of necessity. We didn't really have a lot of peace at that time. There was always a battlle somewhere, someone who was being wronged." He stopped for a moment looking up to Grav Bomb. Completely letting the game between them slip from his mind as he was processing a whole other battle in his mind. "Feels like things are calm since I've been back. Quiet. I don't like it though, life is conflict. If there's a calm it's normally because there's a storm on the way." But from where. Who would be fighting the battle and where would he stand? It felt like since he'd been back it was just a rush to try and figure out the playing field before the big game really started.

He welcomed the distraction of his companion going into the details of his powers. Geo was a bit obsessed when it came to the abilities of others. Mutants were fascinating and you could tell a lot about a person by how they handled themselves with their abilities. He gently caught the yo-yo and rolled it over several times in his hand. Kid was crafty. Using them as an extension of himself was a smart move.

"See these are smart." Geo said tossing a smile at Grav Bomb as he held the yo-yo in the air before continuing his examination. "Quick way to get the upper hand. I know I wouldn't have seen it coming, and the further I am from the ground the more useless I am. Crafty." When asked about improvements he pondered for a moment. He hadn't tried to much into the fabricating end of more intricate work. But it was an interesting concept. Could be a fun project to tinker with.

"Are they normally weightless too? How do you compensate without gravitational pull?"

here's a calm it's normally because there's a storm on the way."

He sounded like a soldier. And Max assumed in his own way that was exactly what he was. Max had not experienced the things Geo had, had not faced life and death in the name of the defenseless. It changed a man. Max had heard stories of soldiers who came home and became anxious in the quote "civilized" world. Geo had that look to him, like a tiger tensed to pounce the moment it found prey.

He listened to Geo's evaluation of his tools and Max gave a proud smile and puffed out his chest. It was true, the toys had saved him in a number of dicey situations and the young mutant found himself always looking for new ways to expand his abilities. Having tricks up your sleeve was always a good thing.

"Are they normally weightless too? How do you compensate without gravitational pull?"

Max shook his head, "nah normally I'm under just as much gravity of anyone else. It's an effort of will that changes it. My powers wraps around me or others like plastic wrap, coating them in a layer of gravity I control."

He pulled out a coin from his fanny pack and held in I'm his palm.

"I can change the direction and force of gravity. Meaning one touch and you could find yourself floating in the air helpless. Or..." He said.

He sent his power into the coin and it flew across the room, pulled by an unseen force double that of gravity. It stuck into the wall nearby and vibrated for a moment before settling.

"I can effectively make down any direction I want. Makes fighting groups easier. When your stuck standing on the wall it's hard to jump up and get me." He concluded.

Grav Bomb seemed proud of his innovation, as he rightfully should. Geo always had a respect for people who took their mutation to heart and adapted to their surrounds to be most effective. That's what separated them from the humans. They were the next stage, on a whole other level than their predecessors and embracing that difference was key.

The elemental's eyebrows rose as his companion reached into a fanny pack to retrieve a coin. He watched through curious eyes as the coin seemed to take a new orientation of gravity. It whizzed across the room to land against a wall with more force than it would have had he of just dropped the coin.

A weak feeling came to his stomach at the thought of being made victim of the effects. The horrifying thought of being pulled away from the earth. Falling endlessly up into the sky and away from his element. The very thought of it made him want to crawl into the closest patch of dirt.

"Remind me to stay on your good side Bomber." Geo half joked though was visibly uncomfortable at the concept. "I like to keep my feet planted firmly in some dirt. That'd be a hard thing to wrap my head around." Walking up to the table Geo line up his cue with the 5 ball hanging on the corner pocket before smacking it in. The elemental blinked for a moment after the shot as the cue ball rolled away. Reassessing the table now he took a minute he realized in his conversation with Grav Bombs powers he had just instinctively gone for the easiest shot...despite it not being his ball to sink.

"Oh s***. My bad man." Geo stood up, rubbing his hair in mild embarrassment at his airheadedness. "Paying attention has never been my strong suit."

Max saw a shiver run across Geo as the man spoke.

I like to keep my feet planted firmly in some dirt. That'd be a hard thing to wrap my head around

He acted like Max was dangerous, something Max definitely didn't consider himself. He'd done some harsh things in self defense sure, but the idea of hurting people was like asking a fish to fly for Max.

"Right back at ya. I'd rather not find myself swallowed by ground if I can help it." Max countered.

Geo sank one of Max's balls and the young man let out a little laugh. He usually took the award for most absent minded person on the room, but for once he could see it on someone else. It left him with two balls and the eight ball to win and Max approached the table.

"No big. It happens. I prefer the conversation anyway. You got any long term plans now that your back?" He asked.

He took a shot and sunk another ball leaving him a sole target remaining. He tried to bounce the que ball off the corner but it slid into the pocket instead in a solid scratch. Oh well easy come easy go.

"You have yourself a deal there Bomber. Keep me grounded and I'll keep you above ground" He laughed at the concept. He didn't suspect any ill will from the man. But it was always a healthy habit to stay on edge. One never knew who they were dealing with.

Not that this kid gave of any sort of violent vibes. Geo had run into his fair share of violent mutants in his day so he knew how to spot the type. Nah this was just a kid who just so happened to be a mutant.

He didn't seem to offended by Geo's momentary lapse in attention. Something others might have found some agitation in it but he seemed to take it in great stride.

"Exactly! People tend to underestimate the power of a good conversation." He beamed as he spoke. A wide smile crossing his face as he spoke. "Conversation is the spice of life. Without it could you imagine how bland and dull everything would be?" He was a firm believer. For all the talking he did he had to have some sort of principles that justified his endless babbling.

"That's a tough question..." Geo let it hang in the air for a moment before he responded. "I guess my main focus is getting oriented. Without the Order around I'm kinda a boat without a port. Probably find a lovely lady to swoon over til something falls in my lap. Universe tends to work itself out." Was it the best way to plot his future? Probably not. But Geo was never one for planning. Kept life more interesting that way.