Welcome to the New Age [Open/Tino]

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Tags: Ham and Ti

Notes: not sure what to say

Ignoring the Finn completely for now anyways. Since none of it was at him anyways, he concentrated on the Red head.He just pouted, for real this time and shook his head “The bread isn’t enough and you know that” The Dane responded, this kind of thing happening almost daily between himself and the other. Since Ham gave everything away the Dane felt he’d make up for it for him. To the annoyance of the other, persistence was key of course. Like he was showing now, just holding the spoon a few inches away like he was trying to coax it’s acceptance “ just a little bit please?”
There was a pause, in there of course as he took the full bowl and took a sip from it. “See it’s tasty and warm” ok that was rather a white lie to anyone else but he was just making a point “they even threw meat in it this time, you generally like that don’t you?” It far from sweet talking but it sounded good enough for the moment anyways. The fact that they’d practically ruined their shirts, the cold seeping in very quickly the food, be it poor quality was essential especially with the fights coming up sooner than later. “and if you take some, I can give you something a lot better later” He smirked a little “when we have less of an audience?” His face lighting up a tad and by far from innocent, though what it meant really at this point wasn’t that clear. Whether it was from the Dane’s stash or a bit of late night fun wasn’t the point obviously.

Then he sighed, now taking his sights back to the Finn who he knew was watching him now. What ever he’d thought of it made little effect, in the sense that the Dane didn’t care. But with that little audience his smirk grew, maybe an idea of putting on a little show was tempting but he was certain anything he came up with would have ended in a bite, one he rather not have obviously. So the idea was null, for now anyways. Turning back to his bun he’d left on the bed, stale as it was the first time he’d had his hand on it, putting the things there making it about as clean as if it was on the floor then glanced back at the other 2. First Tino to convey that it was about as good as they’d expect and then to Ham to say that if it wasn’t the soup he could have his bread. Of course though that silent message was quickly covered up by a stupid rather hopeful grin. “for me please?”

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

Hamish's powers were frightening and far beyond what Tino could have ever imagined. The Fin had dealt with skilled mutants before. Sometimes fights went well, other times they did not, but Tino always managed to escape alive or come out victorious when the other let their guard down.

But how was that even possible with Hamish?

Hamish A. Stuart had the ability to control shadows, but his profile clearly lacked in the description of how precise his actual powers were. When guards beat Hamish, did they realize exactly how easy it would be for the redhead to kill them all? This prison, this cell... Hamish could have gotten out long ago if he intended to. He just demonstrated his abilities by doing the entireity of Tino's job, cleaning the cell within minutes as opposed to hours, and was able to do it all without even moving or affecting Tino in any way. In fact, he showed the capacity to precisely use far more shadows than Tino had anticipated. All the brushes, if viewed as a single unit that simple scrubbed back and forth, plus the shielding action around Tino, and then the hose. Not a drop landed on Tino (not that it mattered, he was soaked as it was).

It was incredible.

It was also horrible.

Blackness dripped away from Tino, leaving the cell scrubbed completely clean. Tino gazed around, feigning dumbfoundness as he tried to grapple with some sort of plan. Hamish Stuart was dangerous. Very, very dangerous and-

Suddenly shadows were moving again, rushing up around Tino and before he had time to react and pull his gun from under his coat, he was blinded by the darkness. Panic seized in Tino's chest. He had been caught off guard. He threw his arms up to protect his neck and head, in case shadows turned into spears to impale him. If he could protect his exposed vitals, he might be able to get out of this shadow mass, kill the lights and then move more effectively.

But instead of spears or sharp points rising up to impale him, cold rushing air blasted past him and iced his skin from his digits to his core. J-Jesus Christ that was cold, whipping wind that bit into his chilled skin. He drew his limbs in closer, tighter, trying to hide from the air that snapped at him with needle-like fangs. And before Tino had time to yell, it stopped, and the shadows faded into the floor. Tino opened his eyes, glanced around in confusion before noting that he was no longer wet. Well, superficially. There was still a persistent dampness lining the creases of his suit, but he was relatively dry.

The confusion was genuine as the mutants began to bicker over food. What... happened? Hamish... he could have easily killed Tino off right then and there. He could have decapitated him, battered him against the wall, or dragged him to within the vicinity of Mathias, who probably would have joined in. Why didn't he?

Mutants hated humans. Humans hated mutants. If penned against each other without bars, mass brawling would result. Tino was an easy victim at that moment. Hamish could have ended it for all mutant in the Underground, and with the redhead's strength, Tino had his doubts that the overfed, lazy staff could handle such an outbreak. As the two continued to bicker over soup and meals, Tino turned and reach for the bucket.

Why hadn't Hamish done it? It was logical... easy... Perhaps Hamish feared consequences, but judging from the whipping and the intensity of it, there wasn't much else the Underground guards could do other than an execution. This didn't make sense, and confusion never sat well in the Fin's mind.

Tino picked up the bucket and brush, exiting the cell and closing the door with a muted clang. He turned back to the two, staring at Mathias first with an unreadable expression, then turning to Hamish. Tino's face was a mixture of emotions, all somewhat feigned, but their roots were genuine. Slight fear, confusion, appreciation, awe. They were all compiled behind amethyst eyes as Tino bowed his head low.

"Thank you," he said quietly, before he quickly turned and paced down the hall to his next assigned cell. The nerves kept his stomach in balls for the rest of the workshift.

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

tags: Ti, Mat, Ham words: 725, notes: And this is where I take my leave! <3
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