Huh, well that didn’t sound like it at all. Maybe it was just some sort of, well, lesser ability that his? Strange to think he actually had something to compare his own abilities against, though he had taken to studying electric eels for a good long while to see if there was any commonality. Which there wasn’t. The only thing he had gotten from that little endeavor was an extreme distaste for eels and several lasting bite marks on his arms. This situation, however, seemed oddly more volatile than that one due to the, you know, gigantic creatures who weren’t supposed to exist running about.<br/><br/>“Yeah, similar,” Julius muttered finally before he sighed a bit. “Well, either way, at least you won’t be surprised when things go zap, because they always do around me. Especially if I get wound up, which makes it so easy right now to just pull it from the surface. Mind you, I did give something else out there a nasty shock before, so it’s not completely going to boil over and a bit easier to control.”  Looking at his right hand, he again let a few tendrils lash over it, the bluish white energy licking the air like a blind creature searching for any signs of its next meal.<br/><br/>Julius, as hard as he might try, still couldn’t exactly bring himself to like the electricity, and forced it away only a moment later. Too many terrible things had been associated with his power, and the smell of burnt hair was one he could always summon to his mind. One that made him instantly disgusted at not only himself, but the thought of anything else mildly associated with such power. It was a curse, and nothing more.<br/><br/>“So, how much longer do we have? Couldn’t have gone that far in that old rust bucket. Damned thing did you a favor. It need quite a bit of repair…pity I didn’t get here sooner, could have done something about it.” (d)