<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/b/b1/Zheng_Shang-Chi_%28Earth-616%29_from_Shang-Chi_Vol_2_11_001.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Myg Zheng [Ravager] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16349087#msg16349087)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Training uniform<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mind Witch |CLOSED<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/>Myg had spent the majority of his life training in one way or another. He likened it to a nearly monastic existence because of the isolation, intensity and hours involved. You would think that would make him naïve, but he chose to look at it as more like being book smart rather than street smart. It was a strange upbringing or so he was told. The thing is with both parents being elite spies, that was part of his training as well.<br/><br/>Watching Megan…flirt, yes, lets go with flirt, with him was reminiscent of part of his seduction training. He understood the basics and that spies were supposed to be able to use their natural charms to distract or gain access to places they probably shouldn’t—that wasn’t what was going on here. His intuition told him that she was just enjoying her affect on him. It didn’t matter what she wore, she was an alluring person. He was just currently trying to focus on the fact that she was rather smart.<br/><br/>Myg thought about her observation on the Hulk. “Well considering your age and his—that would make him a pervy old man.” he joked. When she smacked her butt, he had to laugh, that was pretty funny. “No, I don’t think you could put those on just anyone and get…well that.” he said pointing at her well-rounded bottom. “You need to be able to fill it out in a certain way.” There was a difference between working out and having the ass of a supermodel.<br/><br/>He listened to her perceptions on her parents and what she felt they wanted from her. He doubted that was easy to share, she could have kept her answer a bit more vague or less detailed. “I understand the dichotomy you are speaking about. Mine is a bit different than yours though. Both my parents are nationalistic—China and England just don’t have the hundreds of supers that New York has, never mind the rest of the US. Dad’s human, mom’s a mutant; he believes in raising your skills while she wants me to lean into my powers.” he says letting out how different his parents were in their hopes for him.<br/><br/>“It was driving me over the edge for a while. The only thing I knew was I wasn’t ready to face their enemies while I was growing up and figured I had time. Mom felt I was sad; psi screens had kicked in by then so she couldn’t tell exactly what unless she became intrusive about it. It took dad to realize that I was going through the same thing he was as a child…well, he wasn’t a supervillain reaching for global domination but he saw that their wants were affecting me strongly.” He decided to spear some food with his fork and take a bite giving him a second to think.<br/><br/>“He told me that being who I am, there would always be expectations on me but I had to choose who I wanted to be.” He takes another bite of dinner. “How do you choose between England or China when you grew up in the States? I just chose to help everyone who needed it. That is why I stayed here.” He couldn’t possibly give her advice on who she should be, that was something everyone had to decide for themselves. No input was unacceptable too.<br/><br/>He nods to her question. “I know what you mean. I would like a day or two off of constantly being battle ready.” he agreed. “How about both?” Myg offered. “You don’t always have to be the knight standing at her post. Divide your time with some ‘you’ time where you take a break…like say, do a mission, then take a break?” You could honour your parents and still be true to yourself.<br/><br/>He read her emotions about her mom because she projected them fairly strongly. It occurred to him that sometimes you could understand someone even without the words, and with both of them being powerful telepaths, they had an easy way to share. He reached over and brushed away the tear without comment. “You know, mom made it a big deal about not being intrusive about telepathy, no matter how easy it would be to just figure things and people out with it. I spent half my time tuning everyone’s thoughts out and keeping mine to myself. I’m going to open myself up to you. You can …visit my brain anytime you want. If you want to talk or anything.”