Nov 28, 2011 13:39
[Killua is seated comfortably on the ground somewhere in the wastes, his backpack and PCD settled next to him. His attention is not on the now recording PCD, however, which has once again reacted to the electricity in the air. Instead, he is entirely focused on something in between his outstretched hands. That something is small and spherical, about the size of a tennis ball, and glowing a brilliant yellow-white as it buzzes this way and that between Killua's palms. After a moment it suddenly fizzles out, and Killua relaxes his arms before standing up with a smug smirk.
Once he settles into a steady stance, he eagerly holds out his hands again, and this time he summons two of the strange balls of light. Closer inspection reveals that they're fuzzy about the edges and seem to be rotating in place even as they move back and forth. It's as if there are two light bulbs flitting about between his hands, except that the glass, the filaments, they're all missing. It's only the light. Until the spheres get too close for comfort.
With a burst of unexpected, heated energy, the two tennis ball sized lights shoot in opposite directions, forcing Killua to jerk his hands away before they're burnt clean off. One crashes into a rock face while the other sets a good amount of foliage aflame. With an abrupt crash and heavy shaking, the PCD falls off the backpack and shuts down.]
messed up his hands again,
walking talking generator,
zoldyck clan is full of crazy,
i gots skillz baby,
trouble? what trouble?,
needed some juice,
nen training,
just great,
he's survived worse ... maybe,
where's leorio when you need babysitters