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The gust of wind used by Orochi to show off nearly knocked him off his feet. Thankfully he was able to catch himself and laugh it off. It only bolstered his eagerness to mimic Orochi's powerful form. He wouldn't be able to make it as large as the real deal of course. He didn't eat nearly enough for that, he didn't think I would be possible. However with only a single insect as a construct today he was sure he could get it at least up to 40 pounds if he could find enough material.

And find it he did. A lot of it was branches that had been neglected to be picked up or those he had broken off from trees nearby, but there were leftovers from the kitchen, trash and other such things.

"Be sure that you sculpt well little mutant, A mockery would displease me." The dragon's voice had an underlying threat to it that he was pretty sure wasn't going to be followed. However he wasn't looking to disappoint. No, if he was right in his thinking, Orochi was about to be very, very impressed.

"Trust me sir, I'll do my best."he said sitting down. First time creations took a bit of time and bigger ones could leave him tired. "I'll be going slow, so you'll be able to see the show for yourself." Closing his eyes he concentrated on the material first, breaking it down, making the pile shift as if it was breathing and then collapsing on itself.

From there taking the microscopic pieces and bending it into bones. From the claws up the skeleton was revealed, carefully carved with a hollow structure like bird bones. A lot was guess work, attempts to blend what he already knew and what he had witnessed today. Next the internal organs; heart, lungs, stomach, brain, eyes, and so on. From there the nervous system spread out, followed quickly by fat and muscle to hold it up.

At this point the heart was beating in it's new ribcage, lungs expanding for the first time, but was quickly hidden by more layers of muscle. The first layers of skin wrapped the body, then more and more, slowly filling out the details till the scales became hard and thick. Spines were shaped from the skin as well as the mane, as the last remaining details to work out.

By the time Alex opened his eyes 15, maybe 20 minuets had passed, and just as he predicted he was tired. Ah but the creation was completely worth it. Before him was a practically perfect 40 pound replica of the 1 ton dragon. He scooted forward on his knees to inspect his work, opening the small dragons mouth, stretching out the wings, just looking over everything. He gave a breathy laugh, tired but overjoyed at the success, looking up at the supposed god, "What do you think?"

"Enough mortal, I understand that you must know your subject. You must examine my form if you intend to craft it yes?"

Alex nodded excitedly. Yes, yes that's exactly what he wanted. Part of him knew that it was strange that he was excited over another mutant show him their body. But really, who could pass this up?! Orochi, sentient mutant or not, was a flippin' dragon! There was no way he was going to walk away without at least trying to get a closer look. And boy was he gonna get one.

Orochi moved from his perch to the ground, standing before him a good 6 feet, maybe more, tall. Not terribly tall mind you but his size was only bolstered by everything else. Up close he could start to make out the layering of the scales, how the mane fit along his body, the placement of the spines. It was amazing.

"If it is the form of a God you need to understand, then behold Orochi!"

And out flared the wings and Alex felt like a wide-eyed child again. He couldn't help the small laugh of happiness that bubbled up from his throat. Orochi certainly knew how to put on a show. He edged closer again, hands firmly in his pockets to keep himself from touching. The wings look almost exactly like that of bat wings, thin but sturdy structures to push against the wind, and hold all that up was the bone scaffolding. The muscles containing all of this were impressive, weaving down the arms into the shoulders and pectorals. From there he could follow it to the legs, less chicken like than he intially thought and more theropod.

He laughed a bit at the realization. "Dinosaur. Your build is that of a dinosaur. Like a t-rex or raptor, I knew those legs looked familiar. Birds have similar ones but...you move more snake like than that. Your spine is way more flexible so...more bones? But that wouldn't help with flight at all, not unless...mmm, maybe..." At that point he was mumbling to himself, puzzling over the structure against what he already knew about the animal kingdom. He walked back and forth practically underneath Orochi, looking but not touching. He moved back, hand on his chin now before circling around the dragon inspecting his back.

He wished he had more time to look him over but he was sure Orochi wasn't that patient. Besides it was a first time build, he had plenty more chances ahead of him to try again and perfect it. "Alright, I think I have a good idea now. I'll be right back I need more material than grass."he said before jogging off to gather whatever organic litter he could find around the house. Fallen tree branches, leaves, food from inside, anything organic and technically dead. He piled up the material in front of Orochi like a odd sacrificial pyre.

It was thrilling to even have a dragon, a supposed god, impressed with his ability. He dropped his hand, letting his creation fly freely of it's own volition. A couple handfuls of grass and one could have life. He was certain these days it had something to do with the fact that everything had chemical compounds that were at the very least similar to one another. His power was simply a reformatting of those basic compounds. However, this fact made him no less proud.

"Omoshiroi...This is your power as a mutant? Can you build anything you wish?"

"Indeed it is. But unfortunately no I can't build whatever I like, as nice as that would be. I have to know it's build first. Or at least have an impression of it before I can really do anything."he said looking up at Orochi. "The foundation must be laid first after all. For instance," he called the butterfly back, letting it land on his hand, "there's the obvious stuff like, antennae, thorax, abdomen, fore and hind wings. But then there's the internal stuff. Cerebral ganglion, the nerve cord, aorta, hearts, midgut, crop, and so on. The more I know, the better." He said all this whilst pointing out the various parts, careful not to touch the sensitive wings, knowing that the oils from his hands would act like acid to them.

"Obviously I'm not asking to dissect you. I can guess which parts are there and where based purely on your exterior."he said grinning, "But that means I would have to get a really good look if you want a copy of yourself. Or perhaps you'd like something else entirely? I'd be more than happy to give you a show of my abilities.

"You seem to have a very complex power. You don't only create these creatures, but also... have a mental link with them. That's impressive."

Impressive and kind of annoying. There were times when he honestly wished he didn't. Most of those times it was because his constructs met a rather gruesome end but that beside the point. Complex powers made for complex systems that he was still trying to figure out. He ate his breakfast slowly, his appetite slightly nullified by the brain pressure from earlier.

"So, is there anything I can tell you? If you have questions about the Mansion, the school, life here... you know. You can ask anything. It's my job to help out."

He thought about it a moment, shoving the eggs about into a slightly malformed square. "Well, school is starting soon right? I'm about three years behind but I wanna catch up and graduate with people my age. So I'd like to know if it's possible to accomplish that."he said this not looking at her, "Also, about the whole informing folks I'm no longer missing, how's that going to go down? I mean I guess I'm okay with them finding out, nothing they can do about it. But I'm still a minor with no guardian, so how am I going to stay?"

"It's always confusing at first. And depending on one's powers, it can be dangerous too. No one is ever sure what is going to happen to them once their power is shut off. There are people in the Mansion who simply go blind or deaf around me. I try to give people space so it doesn't happen unless they want it to."

He ate silently, taking in this information. He had never met a person who's mere presence could just switch off powers. Part of him was scared of it, the first impression had been sudden after all. But then there was the analytical side of him, wanting to test what more it would do to him. He was curious.

"Sometimes someone seeks me out because they want a break from their powers. I am always happy to oblige if they want to take a nap in my office or go for a walk while in my aura. It is a thing that has both negative and positive aspects. Much like most mutant powers."

He chewed slowly, thoughts rolling through his head. He wondered what that could mean for those with physical mutations. Would it make them "normal"? Or was it not that strong? If two of these auras interacted would the radius widen? Or simply get stronger? What would it mean for someone like him, whose mutation wasn't exactly always on but was a strong component of himself? Would it change capability? Would it change personalities? Well first thing was first, there was someone with a cancellation aura right in front of him, why not test it. "I wanna try it again, if that's okay." He murmured this standing and walking slowly to her.

He stood at the edge of her aura, knowing that might be like stepping into freezing water, he hesitated. Slowly he took a step in and the effect was immediate. Again the white noise of his brain was dulled, almost non-existent. It wasn't as jolting as it had been before, with his constructs not having physical bodies. But he could no longer hear their minds. Everything felt...softer, quieter, not as connected as before. Empty and lonely, but entirely constricting. He blinked, face pinched with discomfort, rubbing his forehead. He couldn't quite think of the words.

In fact it was sort of hard to think at all. "Is this what a normal brain feels like?"he murmured more to himself than to Miss T. He was so used to the divisions brought by his constructs, accessing memories that weren't exactly his. What that the source of the blurriness? If he was cut off from his constructs was he cut off from parts of his own brain? That...didn't make sense, right? He stepped back out of the aura, a little afraid it might do some sort of long term damage.

It was incredible what a few weeks of work could get you. Since he had settled in at the x-mansion Alex had found himself a job. Then over the course of a few weeks had been able to earn his first paycheck. The job in question was nothing glamorous. Working in a deli in the high end of town cutting up meat, wrapping and packaging it, and cleaning the place afterward. He didn't handle cash or work with customers, the boss didn't trust him with that just yet.

Part of him wondered if it was because of him being a mutant, the question had come up during the interview, but honestly he didn't really care. He had a whole lot of cash to put away before he started spending it. Okay maybe he'd spend a little, kid's gotta eat after all.

Stepping out into the street from a convenience store, bag of snacks in hand, Alex started making his way home. He was careful to keep the cash in his front pocket of his jacket, wanting have his hand on or near it at all times than have it possibly stolen. It was looking to be a rather inconsequential day, that is, until something caught his eye.

A man yelling, "Try your luck", sitting at what looked like a spot the ball sort of game. Usually he'd avoid such things. No way he'd risk loosing what little he had over a potential con. But then again...He did have a little extra this time around and really what could it hurt.

A quick cross, across the the street and he met the game man at the corner. "I'm game. What's the cost?"he asked curiously. He could stand to loose a buck or two at a little game.