Sept 29th & Onwards, Winstons Room

[Winston Sharpe]

"Is that why you came to the Institute? 'cause there's so few humans?"

[Morgan Evans]

"Nope. Connor and I killed a few humans and X-corps came in to clean up the mess, they kinda said we had to come here and learn power control and stuff. I came because Connor came here, otherwise I wouldn't have."

[Winston Sharpe]

"Oh? You weren't prosecuted or anything for killing a few people? and where's Connor on the kill-score leaderboards, beating you and me?"

[Morgan Evans]

"Connor.. he doesn't talk about it but yeah.. we don't scrape the bottom edge of half of his kills." Morgan said quietly looking down at her hands. Most of them had been for her.

[Winston Sharpe]

"Damn," Winston lay himself back down, noticing Morgan had 'retreated' slightly he opted to change the conversations direction with the first thing that came to his head, "Um... do you want to see my power?"

[Morgan Evans]

"Don't you explode? Isnt that dangerous in a hospital? Morgan asked in morbid fascination.

[Winston Sharpe]

"I could show you a little one," Win grinned, "Little explosion that is, it won't touch a thing and plus, I've seen your power, what three times now? Yet you haven't experienced the experience of mine. Our relationship feels kinda one-sided to me." he said pouting, faking immense sorrow over the fact.

[Morgan Evans]

"Why Winston.. are you having a sense of humour?" Morgan giggled.

[Winston Sharpe]

"I have a sense of humour, I just keep it in a cage in the corner." Winston smirked as he stretched out his arms.

[Morgan Evans]

"And poke it with a stick occasionally?"

[Winston Sharpe]

"Yea, pretty much, forget to feed it for days on end, roll its cage down the stairs for fun, you know how it is."

A paper-thin, deep electric blue bolt of thermal energy could be seen fizzling and pulsing around Winstons outstretched hand.

"Do you still want to see my power?"

[Morgan Evans]

"Is that like electrical current? Or just shimmery blue stuff?"

[Winston Sharpe]

"It's, I'm pretty sure it's not electricity. Have you ever seen any of those old news clips of Havok? It's kinda like that from what I get, it's Thermal Energy, but it comes out much more like a proper explosion when I... um, detonate? I guess that's the best way to put it."

[Morgan Evans]

"Could I touch it? Or would it bite me?" Morgan asked, refraining from extending a tentative hand forwards.

[Winston Sharpe]

"It might be a little hot...but, sure... if you want." He said, swinging his arm over so it was close to Morgan, "Heck, even if I detonated this it would barely cause a scratch."

[Morgan Evans]

"Trust me, you really don't want to scratch me, Connor would have your guts for garters." Morgan put her finger to his forearm tentatively.

[Winston Sharpe]

"From what you've made out about him, that doesn't suprise me." Winston concentrated on restraining the blast that was building up pressure inside of his arm, as slowly a few more crackling bolts appeared around Morgans hand, winding and flowing around it. Her hand would definitly be feeling warmer, though not to too uncomfortable an extent.

[Morgan Evans]

"Its kinda warm and tingly.. " Morgan said with a smile, running her fingers along his arm watching the effect it had.

"Connor is a good guy. He's just had to deal with a lot."

[Winston Sharpe]

"Ah, I bet... um, I can't really stop this," He pointed with his free arm at the blue fizzle that seemed to swim around his forearm, "from going off...so..."

Winston eased his arm away from Morgan and hoisted it up and over, further away from her, before detonating it. In a second the blue had sunk back into Winstons skin, before re-emerging as a small fiery blast, the actual explosion barely travelled 10 centimetres from Wins arm but the sound was alot louder than expected.

Almost instantly a panicked nurse burst through the door to the room, her face aghast with terror as she half-shouted "What's happening? Is everything alright?"

Winston jumped as she entered, quickly responding, "Um-uh, everythings fine! Uh, our lamp just fell over!" He said, pointing to the still standing lamp by his bed.

[Morgan Evans]

Morgan grinned at Winston's antics as the nurse bustled over and started to eject her from the room complaining about him needing sleep.

I'll talk to you later, TNT.