Cain was going over one of his problem charts when he damn near knocked over a twig of a guy that plowed into him like he was getting paid.
"Son of a fuckin'..." he rumbled, making a face as he curbed his mouth. His expression was par for the course: dour at best, a hard scowl on his features as he accepted the clipboard from the man with a terse nod of thanks.
"Yeah, I'm cool." he replied gruffly. Despite his hard expression, his eyes were a little softer as he gave the guy a more assessing look. He didn't know everyone yet, but the man had more the look of a patient than staff.
Cautiously, Cain turned his eyes back on.
It was the psychic switch he used for his power, one he'd been developing since he'd started learning to control his gift. By mentally disconnecting and reconnecting his own optic nerves, he was able to control when he saw beyond the norm and when he didn't. It was a solid way to manipulate his power, and rooted in the function of his own body, it had yet to fail him.
The second he "reconnected" his eyes, he was nearly blinded by white.
It wasn't the blinding white of death, but shards of it slicing through that nebula of color, blotting out crucial shades, while everything else was varying shades of tomato red and sickly green...fear, anxiety, and that sterile white hiding deeper things from even Cain's vision.
It was enough to make Cain visibly wince and shake his head, taking a renewed interest in the anxious young man in front of him. Reaching out, he gently caught his elbow to keep him from moving away too quickly.
"Hold up...I'm cool, you ain't." he replied flatly, jerking his chin towards the other man. "'Sup? You here for an exam or something?"
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"Son of a fuckin'..." he rumbled, making a face as he curbed his mouth. His expression was par for the course: dour at best, a hard scowl on his features as he accepted the clipboard from the man with a terse nod of thanks.
"Yeah, I'm cool." he replied gruffly. Despite his hard expression, his eyes were a little softer as he gave the guy a more assessing look. He didn't know everyone yet, but the man had more the look of a patient than staff.
Cautiously, Cain turned his eyes back on.
It was the psychic switch he used for his power, one he'd been developing since he'd started learning to control his gift. By mentally disconnecting and reconnecting his own optic nerves, he was able to control when he saw beyond the norm and when he didn't. It was a solid way to manipulate his power, and rooted in the function of his own body, it had yet to fail him.
The second he "reconnected" his eyes, he was nearly blinded by white.
It wasn't the blinding white of death, but shards of it slicing through that nebula of color, blotting out crucial shades, while everything else was varying shades of tomato red and sickly green...fear, anxiety, and that sterile white hiding deeper things from even Cain's vision.
It was enough to make Cain visibly wince and shake his head, taking a renewed interest in the anxious young man in front of him. Reaching out, he gently caught his elbow to keep him from moving away too quickly.
"Hold up...I'm cool, you ain't." he replied flatly, jerking his chin towards the other man. "'Sup? You here for an exam or something?"