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[sharingscars]

[His arms are crossed as he stares contemplatively for a moment, before his face cracks and he laughs a humorless laugh. His tone is light and amused, and maybe a tad bit bitter.]

Well, didn't think you'd have the balls to bring me out to "play" -- as you creepily put it. [He makes a grand gesture.] But here we are!

[His features are suddenly all business as he folds his arms again.]

Do me a favor though, my all powerful puppeteer. Don't let anyone touch me. I can only imagine the colorful memories floating around this place. And quite frankly, I'd like to keep it at imagining them.

[His hands now move to his pockets. He can't seem to stand still, can he?]

Gotta admit, though, there's a lot of interesting people here. I don't need memories to see that.


((ooc: so this guy can see memories, you should probably look at this just in case.))

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[sharingscars]

[Scar fixes Luke with a funny look as he rubs at the back of his neck. Perhaps he should have known better than to let someone use their powers on him, even if he just finished using his on the guy. But curiosity was always his weakness just as much as it was his strength.]

Microwaves. [He repeats it as if it helps him understand. He always wondered what it would be like to have a power that physically hurt a person. Making someone relive a memory could be damaging, sure, but the outright brutality that some powers -- like his friend's had...

These thoughts coming from a guy whose gunned down, stabbed, and put hits out on people without a second thought. He knew what it'd be like. It would be pretty liberating. It would make his job easier. It would require him to depend less on other people.

This kid clearly enjoyed it. He was the type of person that Scar would probably have at The Town. He might have fit in. His curiosity about this stranger grows a bit now.]

That's awfully useful. Were you born with it?

[microwavelength]

Well it's not like I was bitten with a radio active spider or go stuck inside a giant microwave oven, dude. Yeah. I was.

[Luke'd discovered his powers a few years ago. Melting stuff had always been one of his more favorite things before he discovered what his ability could do to rats or alley cats.]

I guess it means I could always get a job at a carnival popping popcorn in my hand or some shit.

[sharingscars]

Not everyone's born with these kinds of things.

[Scar watches Luke contemplatively for a moment.]

Is that the full extent of your powers usefulness? Popping popcorn? What about the fact that you can melt people's faces off?

You'd be wasting your talents if you stuck to a carnival, my friend.

[microwavelength]

Either that or work in McDonald's.

[That's really Luke's problem. He's got no plans, no real future. His potential is wasted.]

Nuke up old people's peas until they're properly mushy?

It might sound like a good idea to melt faces, until they catch you and experiment on you. One close call on that, dude, and you won't think it's so much fun after all.

[He still remembers being in that van--]