Plasma made his way from the room, the young girl faster than she looked, jetting around corners in the labyrinthine laboratory setup. There were few places to practice such a dangerous power, Plasma knew this all too well. His power was dangerous to others, not necessarily to those with powers, but he was still very careful. "Eris!" He called, his bright, almost glowing blue eyes smiling, "Care for a training buddy?" He smiled warmly, and opened the door to the ruined training room, "I know how hard you work, and I kinda want to see it in person, if you would indulge." His accent thick, he was easy enough to understand.<br/><br/>The two entered, the room was blackened, bits were missing, but it was built to withstand antimatter, but not as much as the young girl could create, and not for extended periods, it's wear obvious. Plasma laughed slightly, "Seems they thought of everything, huh? There's even a room here to isolate Wattage!" He laughed harder, imagining the older man trapped in a small, padded room. Everyone knew which rooms could hold them, and from the interior there was little chance of escape, but the doors were easily opened from the outside, most rigged with cameras, Static or Wattage can open the doors from the control panel on the top floor. "Show me what you got." He stood against a wall, a relaxed pose, but a distinctly prying smile, his eyes flickering with curiosity.<br/><br/><br/>When Plasma had tracked me down and all but forced me into my training room then asked me to show him my power I just about used<span style="font-style: italic"> him</span>as target. I could feel anti-matter swirling around my arms and torso from my anger and before I fired off a shot I took deep, but not overly calming, breaths. If I was going to ever become a fighter for Arcadia I needed to learn to relax, quickly.<br/><br/>I twitched my fingers at the far wall and stared emptily at the small gray and violet mass blew another pocket of ash into my room. I turned back to a now stunned Plasma and with a quiet dead voice replied to his confused face "See. This isn't hard for me at all. So when I'm practicing I'm not chucking antimatter around. I'm trying to conceal it before I fire, or retract an already sent missal, or even trying to suck all the anti-matter out of me in one ball. But apparently my body doesn't just have anti-matter in it. I create it as fast as I can get rid of it.  I've been trying to find time to show Colossa but she is always doing something else." That was possibly the longest speech I had made since being accepted by Arcadia and I slowly retracted back into my shell of silence. Before Plasma and I went our separate ways down the hallway I whispered "<br/><br/>One last thing. Can you<span style="font-style: italic">please</span>tell Colossa to come watch me?" Plasma nodded slowly then walked away. I turned and plodded towards the kitchen, hoping I would find a non-busy Colossa. And doubting I would.