PSL for Hannibal, post-concert

[electro_kinetic]

"Not that I mind a field trip, but how exactly did you talk the Professor into me staying in your house?"

She was still wearing her concert attire, leaning against the doorjamb of Hannibal's house. Helpfully, she had clothes with her, though how well they measured up to what she wore at a semi-formal event was anyone's guess. She was a reasonably polite guest thus far, short of this hesitation: nothing had yet mandated she get mouthy or violent.

"Should I take off my heels or do you not hold to that tradition?" She knew enough of her therapist by now to know he had connections to Japan and the culture, but how far those extended was unknown.

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[electro_kinetic]

"Physically, I function as both conduit--no resistance, which is why it doesn't hurt me to channel that amount of current--and capacitor. Capacitors have enough resistance through multiple gates that it seems like the current merely empties into it, before it all unloads. In reality, it's building and building until it overwhelms the resistance," she says, conversational and calm still though she tends to talk with her hands for illustration.

"I don't know about emotionally. It's hard to put an emotion to electricity, because while the visible effects don't last long, the current itself never stops. It's like water, it's always there. Just might take different forms."

[il_mostro]

Hannibal leaned back, mostly to avoid any sparks that might fly from Noriko's hands. Considering quietly what he could do here, and what he should do here. Noriko was far, far too dangerous to take out on her own. Ergo, he could never show his hand to her, not once. She could easily incapacitate him with a wave of one delicate hand.

"I see ... so really, all you control is the switch?"

[electro_kinetic]

"I won't shock you for no reason, Doctor Lecter," she says, watching him lean back. "It does take effort and conscious thought under normal circumstances."

She shrugs. "In a manner of speaking. I control the switch, and I can control the form the energy takes--sometimes it's electrical output, sometimes it's speed." Mostly, if she can manage, it's slowly bleeding out into the surroundings. That's harder to reliably do.

[il_mostro]

He looks at her more intently, before smiling. "I never thought you would, Noriko. Although I am concerned about your phrasing. You sound like you control your gifts ... but only up to a certain point. Do they tend to overflow?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Not often," she says. "But at a certain point, I can't control the current I've built up, especially if there's more energy than I have the capacity to redirect, or if I'm overloaded already. That happens less often now than it did before rehab."

[il_mostro]

Dark eyes narrowed thoughtfully, before he took another bite. Chewed. Swallowed. Followed it with another sip of wine, before he spoke, "Do you feel yourself a danger to the others around you, if you lose control? If you ... say, take a fall mentally? Could you possibly hurt someone then, or is it purely physical reaction?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Take a fall mentally?" she repeated, laying her chopsticks down carefully. "What exactly are you asking me, Doctor Lecter? If I'm a danger to people?"

[il_mostro]

"No. I am asking if you feel like you could slip up and hurt people." Hannibal stated smoothly, "That is an entirely different ... what is the phrase? Kettle of fish."

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko sighed. "There has been one occasion, yes. I was injected with a bioloical weapon that affect only mutants. It overloads our powers and kills us in relatively short order, but I was lucky. You remember that incident at the UN building about eighteen months ago?" she asked. That incident, if Hannibal remembers, was that the building imploded, killing more than a dozen people and injuring hundreds with the blast.

That was her. And a telekinetic who redirected the massive blast of concussive force. "Without an outside force acting on me, no, I don't feel like I could slip up."

[il_mostro]

Hannibal listened intently, while he quietly filled up her plate. Listening to her tale with some measure of interest, and a desire to do more search. "So only if someone else took the control away from you. Did Professor Xavier run through mechanisms that will help with focusing you?"
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