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Valo's sitting around with his water gun strapped to his forearm. Currently, he's firing pellets of ice - or, what is trying very hard to be ice - at the wall. It comes out as a disgusting sludge and slides down it, and he frowns. Frustrated, he kicks a bunch of water bottles around the room, before beginning to tamper with the gun on his arm.
He removes the water gun and hands it over to Murdoch.
"This is supposed to work with my power to shoot ice rather than water. But something about the design is making the pellets come out like... that." Valo points at the slush on the wall.
It just holds small amounts of water in a clip, then fires frozen pellets out like a crossbow! Only it's thick to make up for the changing temperatures, and the cold from Valo's body doesn't properly freeze the pellets.
"Temperature control. But yeah, that's a function."
"From what it sounds like, it's you and not the gun that's having the issue. Although, I did notice the material is a little thick, which could be preventing you from cooling whatever's in there."
"Yeah? And what do you do?" he asks, avoiding the earlier quip. "Something with hardly any practical uses like this?" He just points to the gun to make his point.
"Thank god that didn't happen, I think I'd truly be scarred for life." He states, with a laugh!
"It took me a lot of time to be able to even mildly control it. You know how annoying it is having every memory of your childhood constantly playing in your head? It's brutal. I had to get help so I could repress it."
"I know what that's like, to an extent, but not because I'm an elephant." That whole "elephants never forget" thing. "But I see what you mean. How long did it take you? Getting a grasp of your powers."
"Just being able to repress things took me most of my childhood. Certain things are harder to keep filed away. At the moment, I've been using my power to better myself. Reading, training, the works."
He nods!
"From what I've seen, if your power's bunk, you gotta keep using it until it's not."
"Yeah, but if I keep using it wrong and commit bad practice to memory, am I really helping anyone? Poor control would lead to me probably singeing off your eyebrows from here, and I figure you probably like your eyebrows."
"Maybe? You want to get hit by some sludge? It'd be like a less fun snowball fight, where only one guy has the snow, and the snow is like goo."
He shrugged, laughing.
"I need to learn how to control it, I think. Not sure how, since my temperature just... fluctuates. How are you with impalement-free coaching? Or just coaching in general?"