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Jasmine's mother had gotten a call before today that someone was coming to pick Jasmine up for a training session. She hadn't gotten a name, because Charles had been cut off in the middle of the conversation, had told her to hold on the phone, and had never gotten back to her. Well, he had. He'd called in the middle of the night and left her a message apologizing, but that something terribly important had come up and he wished her the best. But he'd forgotten to tell her who was coming.

"Who" happened to be a young man that was perhaps in his upper twenties, perhaps in his lower thirties. He had short, dark brown hair that curled even as short as it was. His eyes were the soft, chocolate-brown sort that could be extremely expressive should he want them to be. He wore a denim jacket and black pants and black gloves and shoes. The cane he had was mahogany brown, decorated with swirls all the way up to its leather padding at the hook and all the way down to the leather padding at the bottom. He was a skinny man, anyone who tried him would find that he was all muscle.

He smiled at Jasmine's aunt when she opened the door. He spoke respectfully to her, full attention focused on the one he was speaking to, "Good morning, ma'am. I am Kenneth Griffith. I was meant to meet with Jasmine today."

Ken took the few steps into the room, using the cane to lean on as he went. There was a definite limp to his left leg. "Good morning, Jasmine. I'm glad to finally have met you." He greeted with a smile, treating her with the same respect and some complete-attention as he spoke.

"We'll be going only a few miles from here, near the elementary school." He addressed the woman that appeared to be her mother, "You have my phone number should you need to contact us. Sometimes training sessions go over the suggested time, but I will do my best to have Jasmine home long before sundown. I will call if we are delayed."

He paused a moment to see if there would be any questions. If there weren't, he'd take Jasmine out to his slate blue Honda Accord.

Indeed, they were on the school grounds itself, though in the very corner of it, well away from the main building. Although it was a Tuesday, the weather was bad enough that no children would be on the playing field where they would be under.

"My own abilities are very simple, but effective." In the car, he had asked Jasmine to choose her own radio station, "I can solidify molecules. That makes it seem as if the temperature is dropping, as technically heat is the quicker movement of molecules, but I really have no grasp on temperature itself. Generally, and substance that comes to the resulting force fields I make goes one of three routes: It either bounces off of it, stops right there, or is absorbed into it, becoming a part of the barrier. With your abilities, I'll create a wall around actual walls themselves to stop the waves or bounce them back, I'm not sure how it'd react. I'll put a barrier around anything else of value, including myself, as well. As well as wear protective ear covers when you use your abilities... Now, Jasmine, how does your power affect you? Are you going to be in need of protection as well? Have you ever noticed if it makes your own ears hurt?"

"Thrown back?" Ken queried, then frowned. She wasn't immune to her own abilities then, "In case the room echoes, I'm giving you a set of protective head gear too, let's just hope if it echoes, it's not harmful to you because I won't be able to put a forcefield around you. I did a bit of research on your abilities, but I have to say it's going to be quite difficult to see what we can do until we can teach you to always control the destructive level of your voice, then we can move into more fine training skills."

He escorted her into the training room - a classroom sized, and more or less bare room under ground. He offered her the headset he had for her, explaining how they worked, how they should feel tight on her head, and how she shouldn't be able to hear him once they were properly fitted. He joked that he'd become rather good at reading lips from the years he'd worn them himself from his activities, so she could leave off writing and just talk to him now, if she'd like. He took up his own notebook and pencil for writing instructions for her.

"Alright, before we start, do you have any concerns at all?" He'd tried explaining, but Ken knew that he was a go-forward type of person, and for that he sometimes overlooked things that others would be concerned about. It only compounded the problem that she couldn't exactly interrupt his thorough explanations.

Ken nodded, then made a square with his hands, then pointed to her feet. Jasmine would feel a bit of a push around her feet, and if she tried to move to much, she'd find that Ken had encased her up to just below her shoulders, and again just at eye level -- not so close that she'd notice, but close enough that if she tried to walk anywhere, she'd run into the solid air. He was solidifying things to make them more stable, remember? All would be fine, of course.

He placed a few chairs in the center of the room, and pulled from the sack he'd brought with him a bottle of water. Indicators while it was silent for them as to what she was doing, and the level of her power, since they really had no other way to determine it.

He gave her a thumb's up. Then he said something to her, writing it quickly down as he did so. give it a try to test was the suggestion, written in neat cursive despite being scribbled down quickly.

From here, Ken would try to make her feel where the power was coming from, frequently having them take off the headsets so he could verbally explain. He would see if she could find where it was coming from, if she could feel it. He explained that he could visualize the solidification, and through that visualization he could even see a bit of the solid air, despite the fact that it was invisible to others. He struggled a little to explain how he could "click" his powers on, sort of like switching a light switch, and then said that some evolveds felt it like a muscle, and others simply found they had to put strong mental effort behind their control. It was different for all, and she would have to find her "control center" for her abilities. Then they'd practice refining those abilities -- because, almost without exception, evolveds had to train to actually keep their powers under control and to get them to a point where they were usable.



OOC: You could probably summarize a lot of the training from here and what goes through Jazz's mind. If you'd like, you can take Ken up for minor replies and parts, describing his actions.

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This girl needed help other than with her powers.

Ken signaled for her to continue, hoping that she would explore on her own a bit. He had felt something in his shields, but that hadn't really been enough for him to feel properly.

OOC: Darling, I did a lot more summarizing in my previous post of what Ken's doing. *points up to the last one* Use that to go on with training descriptions and, again, you have permission to play Ken a bit yourself. Don't be shy to just let it go.