Heat Resistance Training (Honor)

[Arlo Pecatti]

It was just another hot summer's day at Hallow's Edge and Arlo was, as usual, walking around inside avoiding anything that might involve having to go outside. So far, he had been far too afraid to attend any training sessions because he barely understood the language, let alone being told what to do with his own power. He was sure it would just confuse him. It was getting stiflingly hot even in the corridors now though and Arlo had no idea how he was supposed to cope with the heat of the summer if it kept getting hotter. It was only May, after all.

That morning he had therefore decided he was going to go to the indoor training room and see if he could find someone who might be willing to help a foreign kid that probably wouldn't understand a thing they said and end up passing out on the floor due to overly resisting heat that probably wasn't even that bad. He had his medication clasped in his hand in his pocket, even though he knew if he passed out it would be heat resistance not his immune deficiency playing up. He couldn't help it though, he was always scared of passing out.

He slowly walked towards the training rooms, his fist tightening on the medication in his pocket with every passing second. It was clear the boy wasn't too keen on getting lessons to control his power. He was scared of doing it wrong and ending up in hospital all alone again. Admittedly, he was pretty much all alone there still but that wasn't quite the point, he wouldn't even have his spider there this time.

As he reached the door, he took a deep breath and then pushed it open, hoping not to knock anyone over this time as he had done before. He couldn't help being so short he couldn't see through the window to know if he was going to hit anyone with the door, after all. Why couldn't his power have been height altering? Now that would've been useful. Heat resistance just seemed stupid.

He stepped inside the room and quietly closed the door behind him, then went and stood by himself near one of the walls just looking for someone that wasn't busy and didn't look like they had any heat-related powers that might hurt him. He was nervous. Very nervous. And he was sure it would only make his attempt at English even worse.

[Honor Sayers]

Another trainee, another potential letdown. At this rate, Honor felt like she should handpick her trainees instead of being assigned to them.

But of course, she wasn't going to cause any trouble. Honor? Cause trouble? Why I never...

She was just glad the training was indoors this week so that meant she was more in her element and there could be no way the students would be all: "OH EM GEE, SUNSHINE I'M FREE!" and dance about and feeling generally happy. They got on her nerves.

When her stick hit the door to the training room she was assigned to, she opened the door and entered, stick first. She could sense a presence so she called out. "State your name, power and what you're hoping to get out of this training." Standard when it came to Honor. She couldn't see so she couldn't gage a person.

Having had to rely solely on voice her whole life, it was important for her to hear someone introduce themselves. It 'showed' a lot of the person's character for her.

[Arlo Pecatti]

Hearing the door open, Arlo glanced towards it and saw a woman enter. He guessed she was blind from the stick but he didn't see any reason why this would stop her being able to train him. He thought it would probably be absolutely fine, maybe even better than normal as people tended to see a short foreign kid and immediately think he was going to be stupid and immature; something which annoyed him. He liked to think he was fairly grown up and reasonably intelligent, anyway.

As she told him to essentially introduce himself, his power and what he wanted out of training, he gulped slightly. The first two he could manage but the third? That involved description. Which would mean he would get all confused again. How he hated the fact that he never made sense. It only made him seem less intelligent than he was already perceived to be.

"M-My name is Arlo. Arlo Xiomar Pecatti," he said, hoping that sentence sounded okay, even though he knew his Italian accent could come across as stronger than normal when he was nervous as he was then. "My power is... I think... I think it has a name of Heat Resistance." Well that sentence sounded awkward. He sighed in a frustrated manner, clearly annoyed by the fact that his sentences didn't always make sense. He really needed English lessons or something. It was a shame he was yet to locate an English teacher that could teach the language to a foreigner. "I want to... To not pass out if my power.. If I resist heat," he frowned again. Far too many mistakes and he knew it didn't make perfect sense. "I am sorry for my English. I moved to America one month before my power happened. I not learnt English before I come here," he explained, hoping she wouldn't be too annoyed by his attempts at speaking, given that it was their only way of communicating. He couldn't point to things, even, because she couldn't see what he pointed at. Maybe her inability to see was a good thing though, given that he was now blushing at the fact that his English was so poor. He hated people knowing he was too embarrassed.

[Honor Sayers]

Honor took off her glasses and placed it on one of the benches close to her along with her walking stick as the presence started speaking. It sounded like a strange cross between a girl with a cold and a boy who just went through a very rough puberty. Either way, not even the name was a concrete indicator of whether it was a boy or a girl.

Either way, it didn't matter to Honor as the gender ambiguous child stumbled over an embarrassed apology. "Don't bother with an apology. Just work to get your English better." Honor snapped and turned to where she was hearing the voice.

"Heat resistance...you would do better outside. Get hot." Honor walked forward, extending her hand towards the child. "Take my hand. Standard exercise. I will make you think you're in a hot place. You just need to deflect it. Nothing strenuous." She couldn't promise the young trainee that he wouldn't pass out but then again, she never promises anything.

[Arlo Pecatti]

Arlo silently watched the trainer, wondering how long she had been training people. It must have been an interesting job, to get to train people. He wondered how many powers she had been able to train in that time as well. Sure, some people had similar powers so that must've helped. He hadn't met anyone with a power like his own before, but then he didn't generally ask about people's powers unless they mentioned them. He found himself wondering what her power might be but he understood he wasn't really in a place to ask her what it was. If she wanted to tell him, she would. If not, it wasn't like it mattered, just as long as it wasn't the power to eat things called Arlo or anything. Then he would be scared. But that just seemed like a stupid power so he ignored that thought.

As she told him to get his English better, Arlo replied, "If my English is bad, please tell me to say it right so I can learn." And he did want to learn. He liked the English language. It intrigued him. There were so many irregularities with the language that it was a wonder he had picked up any verbs at all. Well, other than the ones he needed regularly anyway. But somehow, he had done. And he would continue to do so as well. He loved to learn new things, even though he often found himself highly confused by it in the end.

"Outside?" he repeated, a hint of uncertainty in his voice, even just at the word. While he was still under the impression that everything hot would effect him, really it would only do so if he touched it. And as he couldn't touch the sun, he was pretty safe from that. He would learn about that in time though.

Arlo took a few steps closer to Honor all the same though and took her hand as he was instructed to do. "O-okay," he said, although he was still really quite uncertain about it. At least he was fairly sure this time the passing out thing would be due to the heat not his illness for once. That would be mildly refreshing, if passing out could be classed as such.

[Honor Sayers]

"I'm not your English teacher," Honor raised an eyebrow, her hand still stretched out. "If you want to learn, you'll just have to listen to me talk. And other people. I don't have the patience to correct you outside of your training." She said curtly.

Honor was a tough cookie. No child was safe from her crazy, except for her niece and nephew whom she dotes on ridiculously. And this trainee was just going to have to either suck it up or find a new trainer.

"Yes, outside." She didn't say anything else pertaining to that as she finally managed to wrap her hand around a warm tiny hand. The softness and size reminded her that she was training a little child. "You're experiencing the summer heat." Honor said softly. "The sun is beginning to get warmer."

[Arlo Pecatti]

Arlo had a feeling she just wanted to get on with the training. He didn't mean to be annoying, if he was being annoying that was, but then he supposed some people just found him that way. He was desperate to learn and couldn't help wanting to be corrected but he supposed some people didn't like that sort of thing.

As she began describing a pretty warm day, Arlo automatically tensed up more than he really meant to. He had a feeling that he would end up on the floor again and he didn't like that when there was nobody around that he really knew that would help him. Still, it seemed he didn't have much choice now and it was too late to go back.

The description of heat was something Arlo disliked quite strongly at that moment. She seemed to almost like the idea of warmth but he could hardly argue with an adult trainer who clearly knew a lot more than he did so he just gulped, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do. He had never repelled the heat before, so how would he know what it felt like? As far as he could tell, things weren't really any different. Why was nothing happening?

"Sh-Should something happen? I.. I don't feel like to pass out," he said, somewhat uncertainly.

[Honor Sayers]

"Well hallelujah." Honor rolled her eyes before pushing on with her imagery. "You're starting to sweat," she said, coaxing his powers out. Arlo's power was not something she had experience with but she figured if she made him feel the heat, he would embrace it and in due time, he would overcome his fear of it. She was a woman of her word. If he did not get results by the end of his lesson, she would be thoroughly disappointed with herself.

"The sun is beating down your back so you're going to have to resist it. Think of repelling the heat off you."