[color=ed1c24]"Look..."[/color] Kiiros was trying intensely not to lose his patience. He's currently speaking with the guard he was staring at earlier since the man decided to muster up the courage to ask the redhead what the hell he wanted. [color=ed1c24]"I can form weapons from my powers alone, hell I could do it right now. I can set you on fire from the inside and boil your blood, but I do no such thing, and yet you won't let me touch a knife?"[/color] he was trying to reason with the staff to trust him a little more, so far it's not working the way he'd hoped. The guard had his weapon out, only slightly mentally prepared for another one of Kiiros' tantrums. [color=82ca9d]"You've proven to us to be incapable of being trusted with such things."[/color] Kiiros looked like he was about to give up, letting out a sigh to cool his frustration. [color=ed1c24]"Isn't there some way I can prove to you that I can be trusted? I mean, you'll have to trust me eventually if you want to send me on missions."[/color] [color=82ca9d]"What makes you think missions are the only use we have for you?"[/color] this gave Kiiros pause out of slight concern. [color=ed1c24]"What exactly do you mean by that?"[/color] the guard let out a laugh at Kiiros' supposed worry. [color=82ca9d]"We've got plenty of room for experiments. And it's nothing like your previous tests either. We've got quite a handful of eager and ambitious scientists that won't hesitate to gut you just to find out how you work."[/color] Kiiros wasn't really sure how to feel about that statement. Sickened? Freaked out? Turned on? Enraged? The guard took his silence as an opportunity to end their discussion. [color=82ca9d]"As for trusting you... that will have to come at a later time."[/color] and with that, the guard exited the armoury, finally leaving his sight. [color=ed1c24]".....Bastard..."[/color]