Gigi had learned that he needed to train with something called Metallokinesis. Honestly, it was little more than metal mind concept to him. Using your mind to control metal. The barefoot X-student who stayed within his world within the world everyones form was in didn't get it. He intended to stay outside. Train. There was not many people around this late in the evening. His goal was to stop Magneto. Once and for all. To do that he was told by Luca that he needed to get control and mastery over this. He really didn't understand why but he would. He wanted to stop Magneto from harming innocents...and others who were caring for him.
Though he said nothing he wandered around until he had found various metal objects and carried or dragged them somewhere. Reaching out his small hands he looked at the shiny objects. A bullet casing, a pipe, a keyring someone dropped, and some american coins. Sitting down on his knees the young shaolin monk rocked back and forth as he focused hard. Wanting them to move. They jumped, danced around, but so did anything metal based around him. He focused hard until the objects he gathered were levitating and going around in a circle with his thoughts.
Unfortunately he had so little control that the ability was very much affecting everything around him...doors wiggling jostling cars scratching the grounds. He focused only on the shiny objects standing up and lifted them with him. Focusing he held his hands a foot apart and kept the items circling between them. Oblivious to the affect it was having on other metal objects. A sign bending towards the pull he was letting off unknowingly.
This was one of a few tiems he'd willingly and knowingly used his gift...this was the only time he'd gotten further. The introverted boy who had lived beyond the years he seemed yet still while carrying wisdom reacted to situations much like a child had determined his goal in life.
Though he said nothing he wandered around until he had found various metal objects and carried or dragged them somewhere. Reaching out his small hands he looked at the shiny objects. A bullet casing, a pipe, a keyring someone dropped, and some american coins. Sitting down on his knees the young shaolin monk rocked back and forth as he focused hard. Wanting them to move. They jumped, danced around, but so did anything metal based around him. He focused hard until the objects he gathered were levitating and going around in a circle with his thoughts.
Unfortunately he had so little control that the ability was very much affecting everything around him...doors wiggling jostling cars scratching the grounds. He focused only on the shiny objects standing up and lifted them with him. Focusing he held his hands a foot apart and kept the items circling between them. Oblivious to the affect it was having on other metal objects. A sign bending towards the pull he was letting off unknowingly.
This was one of a few tiems he'd willingly and knowingly used his gift...this was the only time he'd gotten further. The introverted boy who had lived beyond the years he seemed yet still while carrying wisdom reacted to situations much like a child had determined his goal in life.