Firepower

Years ago, Havoc had graduated highschool by the skin of his teeth. His parents had refused to let him register for military service if he hadn't graduated, and he'd been forced to wait out the extra few weeks to get his degree.

Looking back, he was genuinely happy they had, because if he hadn't had his degree, he might very well have been dropped back into grade twelve.

As it was, he was essentially free to do what he wanted. Technically speaking he was attending college for a physical education degree, but the odds he would actually graduate were slim. No, all he really cared about were mastering his powers. Physical education was just an excuse.

Fire was the real focus, and there were plenty of other fire users. Really, he'd expected a certain amount of uniformity, but that wasn't what he'd gotten.

Some couldn't make fire at all. Some could, but it took effort. Some, like him, could make fire easily.

Havoc didn't even need to gesture. Technically he could just pop fire into existence by thinking it, but he tended to gesture a bit anyway.

In one smooth movement Havoc raised his hand, his fingers wrapped around an invisible gun as he pulled the trigger.

The effect was instantaneous, a small fire--really little bigger than the flame of a cigarette lighter--springing to life in front of his outstretched finger.

The trick was keeping it there, steady and small.

The class was mixed, but Havoc had never been terribly bothered by that, and he floated towards the edge of the class where a lone girl was working on... something. He couldn't see any fire, which meant she was probably one of those hard-to-summon types, and he stood a few feet away, simply observing silently.

Havoc was not, in fact, fireproof. He was, however, heavily fire resistant. If his clothes were on fire, he'd likely suffer burns, but he would also survive the experience and live to tell the tale.

He was not expecting to have a fire pop up so close to him. His own flame spluttered and blinked out, but the fire just beside him showed no signs of doing the same, catching almost immediately on his shirt sleeve.

A small part of his brain told him stop drop and roll, and a larger part of his brain said the more reasonable but also less useful find a way to get fireproof clothes for the future. Panic didn't even enter into his thought process, and despite the danger, Havoc's expression didn't change at all from it's usual blankness.

Neither of those changed the fact that he was, at present, on fire, and Havoc decided to simply take advantage of the fact that his skin was really only feeling a tickling warmth at the moment to separate himself from the fire in a much more literal way.

In one smooth motion, Havoc simply peeled his t-shirt off and dropped it--still on fire--on the floor.

Hopefully the floor was fireproof, but it not being so would be a fairly large oversight.

For the most part, Havoc was unphased by the entire incident. He was a little bit put out by the fact that his shirt was dead, but it wasn't like Havoc was genuinely bothered by the fact that he was shirtless in class.

He reached out, taking her hand and giving it a firm handshake. He's have preferred a salute, but there wasn't anything with with a handshake either.

"Havoc," he said by way of introduction. "I assume you also suffer from a lack of control? It seems the most common issue that those with fire powers suffer from, but considering it's the least common of the elements, it isn't that surprising."

Havoc's manner of speech was rather clinical at times, but considering they obviously had a great deal in common, he wasn't all that concerned.

Havoc nodded quickly, and then opted to clarify a bit more.

"It seems that lack of control is a defining element for those who control fire. It's the nature of the element." Others seemed to have issues with power, but fire? With fire it seemed to always be control. He was sure people existed who struggled with power, but they were a tiny minority.

"I seem to have a unique loss of control," Havoc confessed. "I can control it up until a certain point with ease, but if I push past that, I'm liable to injure someone."

To demonstrate, Havoc lifted his hand--making the same gun gesture as before--and popped a tiny orb of fire into existence, dragging it through the air.

"Something like this is easy, and I can create them easily. The issue is when I make larger fires. I would have no ability to actually fight fires, unfortunately."

Supposedly that was a skill a lot of pyrokinetics took advantage of. Controlling water wasn't the best way to put out a fire... controlling the fire itself was.