[She waits, for his sake, because honestly she would've just done her thing anyway.
Kitchen lighter works. She flips it, like a drumstick, before turning it on.]
Titans, they called us. Real symbolic bullshit. Your old man modded with tech. Where I'm from? They wanted something more... godly. Less robo-crazy.
[She sets her left hand over the open flame, the right holding the lighter on. The flame licks at her skin, bends against the shape... and nothing happens. She can feel the heat, yet her skin remains intact.]
Prometheus, they called me. They didn't just want fire. They wanted me to hold it. Touch it. Be it. [She moves the lighter up and down her hand, to her wrist, her forearm, back up to her fingers. Nothing happens.
Except for the moment her index finger catches fire. The flame starts to coil up and dance across her knuckles at will.] Years of bullshit and I've got a hell of a party trick. [Clearly there's a lot she's not saying, nor does it need to be said. No one becomes a Killjoy overnight.]
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Kitchen lighter works. She flips it, like a drumstick, before turning it on.]
Titans, they called us. Real symbolic bullshit. Your old man modded with tech. Where I'm from? They wanted something more... godly. Less robo-crazy.
[She sets her left hand over the open flame, the right holding the lighter on. The flame licks at her skin, bends against the shape... and nothing happens. She can feel the heat, yet her skin remains intact.]
Prometheus, they called me. They didn't just want fire. They wanted me to hold it. Touch it. Be it. [She moves the lighter up and down her hand, to her wrist, her forearm, back up to her fingers. Nothing happens.
Except for the moment her index finger catches fire. The flame starts to coil up and dance across her knuckles at will.] Years of bullshit and I've got a hell of a party trick. [Clearly there's a lot she's not saying, nor does it need to be said. No one becomes a Killjoy overnight.]