To my Own Tempo

Toxicity watched as the emotions churned in the boy's mind. She couldn't tell what he was thinking exactly, but she waited until he spoke. He said he was not a god and that it was a curse, but he also asked her if he could learn to control it or get rid of it. Tox gave him a warm smile, "I think you might be a God, maybe your power just seems like a curse because you can't control it... but I think you can learn to- not to get rid of it, but to embrace it. Make this power your own. Make it a part of you."

She drew close to him, her eyes locked onto his, "My mentor, Obi Mon Kinobi, knows of many godly things. Blessings, curses, powers, ascension. He even speaks the language of the gods. You should come meet him. I'll take you if you want." Toxicity took a step back with a light bow of her head. She drew her sigil into the ground. "I am Toxicity Klein Abraxas and this is my sigil- the physical representation of who I am and a channel for my power- the minor sigil of Abraxas. This," she drew Archon's sigil into the ground, "This is the major sigil of Abraxas, my mother, mentor, and father hold this one. I bet if you were to get something like this from Obi, you could start to understand your powers as well."