Ryū Teinó exhaled softly, closing his eyes.<b>"It's... kinda hard to explain... it's.... almost like they were.... aware. Though I don't see how shadows could be aware. Ah... though... <i>normal</i> kinda took a road trip off a cliffside after that blast,"</b>he said softly with a grimace.  He noticed the candle between them and spread his fingers apart, the flame leaping from the candle wick into his palm, though a telling change came over the flame -- as it changed from a deep orange to a pale, almost icy blue that seemed to glow even in the dim light as he had noticed that they were turning down the lights.<b>"It's strange... but.... in a dark area... like in a shadowed alley with almost no light... or a building without light... it's like my senses shift... like I sense something.... other than their physical forms... it's like... visually.... the colors seem to invert.... what was color becomes dark.... what was shadow seems to glow... like a muted gray or gold tone... makes it easy to trace animals... people... in total darkness. I did find that metas tend to glow a bright, hot blue rather than the muted tones... same for potential metas... they glow more of a dull, muted blue,"</b>he said softly as he shivered slightly as he focused, the pale blue flame shifting size and shape into a sphere the size of a golf ball, swirling with dimmer shades of cobalt blue, ultramarine blue, lavender, purple and even indigo.<br/><br/><b>"It seems... other than my gift of pyrokinesis... my primary talent.... seems to be more sensory... than anything. I can sense the presence of anything living... and rarely.... electronic bugs.... within a certain distance of me... though I don't know the precise range. Walls... have some limiting factors, but... not much... though I don't know if there's something that could block my sensory talent or if.... someone has to do a specific thing to block it... to hide themselves,"</b>he said softly, thinking aloud as he bounced the small sphere of swirling blue flame from the pad of one finger to the next; it was almost an instinctive control exercise for him, keeping control of the sphere enough to keep it a particular size, yet manipulate it enough to move and keep from burning himself at the same time. Admittedly, he wasn't sure if he actually<u>could</u>be burned or was simply resistant to his own element, but had no desire to test it. He manipulated the sphere to hover slightly above his palm before he crushed it, the embers flying from between his fingers and reforming into the bright orange flame on the candle wick.