Water Works [Open]

Shrugging, Ammon went back to idly playing with the frayed strings on the blanket. I don’t know if I’d say you know more about me, but my conversations with Tugger aren’t all that personal. He is more of a lets go and talk later kind of guy. You know? You have just given me more opportunity to talk about myself.”

After a short pause, he started chuckling. Wow, that sounded conceded. Ammon really didn’t like to talk about himself – not like that at least – he had just meant that Tugger wasn’t a very “personal” tom. ”You get what I mean, yeah? Tugger doesn’t like to dig deep. There is more play than talk with him.”

Geez, that sounded bad too. He hoped Misto didn’t have a dirty mind, because he’d have plenty to use now if he did.

Looking back down at the black hand, Ammon nodded, knowing fully well that sometimes gifts were unexplainable. ”Hmmm…I see. It is very unique what you have. I take it your sister doesn’t have any magical abilities? “ He figured that if she did, Misto would have mentioned it, but without knowing for sure, he decided to pry a little more.

“I have a gift too, but not nearly as extravagant as yours. I am afraid you totally outdo me, my friend.” He grinned, letting go of Misto’s hand with a soft chuckle.

Grinning, Ammon’s slender figure rocked a bit as he was nudged by Misto’s elbow, and he chuckled earnestly. ”I cannot promise anything. You know how persuasive Tugger can be, but I will do my best to be a good influence.” Tugger usually got his way, so he didn’t know how good he’d be at keeping the promise. Trying was his best offer. He didn’t have the charisma Tugger did, and was more of a follower than a leader, but Ammon was pretty sure he could handle Tugger, at least well enough to not follow blindly.

Looking down at their hand’s, Ammon half expected to see sparkles dancing around their arms. Instead, Misto’s interest in his own abilities caused him to turn is focus onto his own hand as he flexed his fingers.

”What I can do is mere child’s play in comparison to what you can do, but, I can control heart rates.” It really was as simple as it sounded. There was no flash-boom-bang about it. Whenever he told someone about his gift, he was often met with confused stairs and brief glances of disappointment. It wasn’t what anyone expected to hear, and it wasn’t something he he went around telling everyone about. He wasn’t ashamed of his powers, he just didn’t find the need to tell everyone about it. Misto was an exception though. He’d understand, and he was someone who he could relate to on some level.

Blinking, Ammon shrugged quickly and met Misto’s gaze. ”For example, I can slow your heart rate in order to calm you down, or I can quicken it. Deuteronomy asked if I would be willing to assist the healers should they ever need it, but besides you and him, I don’t think many others know.” Ammon looked back down, suddenly realizing that he had kept ahold of Misto’s hand. His initial instinct was to jerk his hand away and apologize awkwardly, but instead Ammon smirked and squeezed Misto’s hand gently.

”I can show you if you’d like…”/div]

Ammon hadn’t expected Mistoffelees to be as enthusiastic about his gift as he was, and blinked over at him with wide eyes and a bashful grin. Usually he was met with looks of confusion and to be quite frank…disgust. It wasn’t your typical power, and most just didn’t know how to take him.

”No, not yet, at least not for anything major,” he commented, shrugging his shoulders.

Ammon nodded, quickly offering a comforting smile once Misto gave him the approval to commence. The mau didn’t need to concentrate, not for this sort of demonstration. If Misto was injured or on his death bed, then Ammon would be sweating bullets right now. Instead, he took a soft breath in and exhaled calmly, eyes hooded as if relaxed.

He felt the slight tingle in his hand as the process began, and within a few moments, he felt Misto’s pulse speed up beneath his fingers. He didn’t want to cause any discomfort, so Ammon made a mental note as to when to cap the heart rate off. Still, what he was channeling should make Misto feel like he downed three cups of coffee, or start sweating one.

After a minute or so of silence, Ammon murmured something on the lines of ”we’ll go back down now,” before exhaling again and adjusting the invisible energy to reverse the affects and slow the heart rate back down. Ammon liked this better than speeding up. He’d much rather see others comfortable than uncomfortable, and would much rather “calm” than force irritation.

Once he felt as if he had brought Misto back down to level and calm rate – hopefully one that would leave him with a sense of utter relaxation, Ammon smiled and released Misto’s hand, patting the black tom’s knee as he pulled away.

”There you go, that should do it. What did you think?”

”Glad you liked it…” It was the first time anyone ever admitted to enjoying the sensations he brought about. Most found it unsettling – useful at the very best, but enjoyable? Never until now.

Pursing his lips, the Mau titled his head at Misto’s question and hummed thoughtfully. ”I can’t control my own heart rate. I’ve never been able to. Typically though, when I use my gift on someone else, I feel just a little bit of what I am doing, though not enough to make me feel sick or pass out.” He shrugged his shoulders and casted a sideways glances towards the black tom beside him.

”Like, when I was uping your heart rate, mine increased just a little bit, but only a fraction. The only time I’ve ever really felt discomfort was the one point I tried keeping someone else alive for a period of time. It was exhausting.”

Huffing a long sigh, Ammon laid back against the cold floor, arms folding neatly behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He remained in that position for a short amount of time before he looked at Mistoffelees again, head turning curiously.

”What about you? Does your magic cause you any discomfort?”

Ammon made a face of uncertainty. Mistoffelees’s abilities seemed far more dangerous and risky than his, and while he felt a twinge of concern for the black tom, he was not envious of the risks that came with the magician’s powers. Though, while the Mau smiled as Misto explained the adrenaline rush that came with working his magic, he did envy Misto’s passion.

“Sounds exhilarating,” he said, the soft smile still present. “I guess there are pros and cons to both of our gifts. You get zapped and tired often, but seemingly get pleasure out of it at the same time, and while my gift is safe to me, I feel relatively nothing.” He enjoyed the safety of his gift, but to feel the adrenaline rush that Mistoffelees had explained was something that Ammon desired.

If he wanted to get real deep, it sounded as if their lifestyles matched their abilities. Ammon had lived a relatively risk-free life, void of too many complications and heart break, while Mistoffelees seemed to live on the edge, and therefore ran into a few risks every now and then. Maybe that was why Tugger kept dragging him along with him everywhere. Maybe Tugger found him to be boring and just wanted to try to get him to open up a bit. Was he boring?

Ammon looked away, his question circling over and over in his thoughts. Was he boring Misto now…or was he over thinking things? Shit, now he was getting self conscious.

”You seem dry…if you have other places to go, I understand if you need to leave. You seem to be a busy guy, after all.” Ammon looked back at him, smirking as to hide any self-doubt and to state the obvious.