Private Finished Anger Unmanaged

Whoever the student laughing had been, it certainly was not Aaron. Aaron had his own issues with the powers class gym, and they had very little to do with actually controlling his powers. He wasn't actually aware of most of his powers, but the ones he was unaware of were pretty much the passive ones that weren't really covered by this class anyways. The boy agreed that he should learn to control his strange transformation power, although he also thought that it was more a matter of controlling his anger. His other form on its own wasn't really dangerous unless he attacked someone who couldn't handle it.

So, changing into a clawed, sharp-toothed form while he was furious was a problem, especially since triggering it accidentally that way meant he would already be angry enough to fight. Aaron could also voluntarily transform. And that was where his issues came in. Theoretically, he could practice staying longer in that form, get a feel for his wings, even fly, but he was so new that his only time actually using this power, aside from being an involuntary usage, had been when he had discovered those horrible things about his father and killed him. And now, just being in that form for a few seconds was enough to bring up painful memories and emotions that were almost like flashbacks in intensity.

Frazzled and somewhat nauseous from the intensity of his feelings over just attempting to hold his other form, Aaron had not been paying much attention to anyone, not even the boy attempting to shoot steam clouds at the dummy next to his. He was just working himself up for another attempt, though, when said boy launched something at the neighbouring dummy that was definitely not just steam. Feeling the heat from the flames, he moved a few steps farther away before turning to look at the boy who had shot the fire.

Aaron hadn't actually been touched by the fire, but it was still a little close for comfort, seeing as he was standing close to his dummy, and the dummy on fire wasn't more than a few feet away. Calmly, he called out to the boy, "'Ey b'y! Be careful wit' t'at dere. I'se not a bit fireproof and t'ese dummies ain't either."

Having been halted in his transformation attempt by the boy's flame, Aaron was kind of relieved at the distraction provided. He was pretty sure that his classmate had not been shooting fire at the dummy from the start, so he felt a bit of sympathy. After all, this was a class for learning control, and the boy had at least hit his target. Aaron couldn't even use his power enough for that because of the bad associations.

He was also impressed at the easy way the other boy put out the flames. Perhaps he hadn't intended to shoot fire at his dummy, but his aim was certainly good with both elements. His power certainly seemed more interesting than Aaron's too. About the only thing cool about his own power was that he thought he might be able to fly if he could remain in his other form long enough.

The other boy was pretty good-looking too, tall and slender. And also surrounded with the reddish glow Aaron had been noticing a lot more lately. At least, he'd been paying attention to it more since he figured out it might be another power. Another boy might've been jealous, but Aaron was pretty laid-back about that kind of stuff. Besides, he enjoyed looking at attractive guys, so why would he be jealous?

Aaron noticed the rude tone, but he didn't take it personally. He thought his classmate was just annoyed at himself for accidentally shooting flames. "Yep!. T'anks b'y. Yer some good wit' yer powers, at least ya 'it yer dummy." He was a little taken aback when the boy said he shouldn't be standing where he was. Everyone in the class was standing next to a dummy, closer or farther as their powers required. "'Ey, now. Not everyone's got some range on t'em. Me powers are useful close-up. Ya wasn't after tossing fire around when I got 'ere neither." He, of course, didn't mention that he hadn't even got to the point where he could use the dummy.

The accuracy, while fairly impressive, was not exactly what Aaron had been complimenting the other boy on. At least, not entirely. Although the hand-eye coordination involved in hitting the target wasn't something to ignore, Aaron had been struck more by the way the boy handled the elements, even just switching to ice and casually putting out his unintentional flames. Anyways, even accidentally setting the dummy on fire was better than the complete lack of any demonstration of his own power.

The power which Aaron had been so unsuccessfully attempting to use. Of course, the fact that he was failing to hold his transformation was more an emotional problem at the moment than a lack of control. He had no idea how long he'd be able to hold it if he could just get over his sort of mental block. But dealing with memories wasn't really covered in this class, and he didn't really feel like opening up to strangers about something so personal.

He'd hoped that the boy coming over and talking to him would give him a bit of a reprieve from thinking about his abilities and their use, but it seemed he wouldn't get what he had wished for. Of course, it did make sense that the other student would be curious about Aaron's powers seeing as he had kind of brought them up by saying that his were closer range. And this was a power control class, after all, where the whole purpose was basically how to effectively use your powers.

Aaron didn't really know what to say. He didn't want to admit to his troubles, so he decided to deflect a little. "Oh! I has nar need of that dummy right t'is second. Me powers are more fer transforming, I guesses ya'd say." That part was actually completely true. He had no need to mention that he could barely hold said transformation more than a couple seconds anyways.

Aaron was relieved that his deflection seemed to have worked. Or at least the boy's joking meant he was able to talk casually about powers without getting into too much detail. His transformation was at least contained, and as the other boy pointed out offhandedly, it was definitely better than burning the building to the ground. It was small comfort that at least he had only killed one person and not discovered an even more dangerous power, but it was something to think about. It made him wonder if there were others here who had found out about this school the same way he had or who had it even worse. That was a disturbing thought and not one he was ready to voice.

But now he wondered - this boy was around his age and he could set things on fire. How had he discovered this Island? How long had he been here to learn the control he had, which was obviously not a perfect control? Had he had accidents? Aaron wasn't generally one to overstress over things, even big questions like this, but he did push them back into his mind for further consideration. At the moment, he realized that he had never gotten the other boy's name or given his. He supposed they had both been distracted by the flaming dummy.

He shook his head and smiled a bit. "No fire 'ere. What's yer name by t'way? Mine's Aaron." He had pretty much forgotten the boy's actions. He hadn't figured them to be anything more than an accident and maybe some embarrassment anyways. Plus he was appreciating the little chat they were having.

Aaron shook the offered hand firmly, but not aggressively so, and smiled back at the other boy. "Yeah, it's nice to meet ya too." He gave a small smirk at Steven's question. He'd gotten here so recently that practically everyone on the island had been here longer than he had, and he was pretty sure it showed. But then again he had no idea how long it usually took people to get a grip on powers they hadn't even known existed, so maybe it wasn't too obvious. The boy was glad that there were other people who were humans with powers and new to the island. As cool as all the mythical beings and magic creatures were, they were even harder to handle than something that could almost be shrugged off as just a very odd genetic quirk.

"As fresh off da boat as I is, I probably still smell like fish. Nar been 'ere more t'an a week. Just found out about - well t'is 'ole t'ing." He waved his hand vaguely around indicating either the island, himself, or both. "It was a right shock, I tells ya. 'Ave you been 'ere long t'en? 'Ow long did you 'ave to practice to be able to shoot fire like dat?" Aaron didn't really want to get into why he had been sent here, but he figured maybe he wouldn't be quite so embarrassed by his lack of control if the other boy had had to be here a long time to learn his.