Re: log: scott & ema
Scott had wished that she had the chance to see him at the meeting. Brooding at the side of an Elder, putting in his dues so that one day he could be one of them. He was more than muscle now, at least, and the only trainer with just enough light in his heart to call people over to The Dragon. They used him, but he was glad for it. His old mentor never did him that favor. His mentor who would never use his powers if he could help it. Such a fear for The Gift was something Scott never understood.
And, that was what he liked about Ema. She embraced her Gift, wrapped it around her body and made it hers. Scott had worked to do the same with his power, with becoming The Demon. He could see the two of them running the organization once the others grew old. He believed it would happen.
When she stepped closer, he did, too. Ema was a magnet. "If you're looking for poetry, you're asking the wrong man." The Demon said and he smiled with her. "At the Capitol, I was on the train next to a woman wearing your perfume. I almost snapped my neck off turning to sense if it was you." Scott shook his head. "Did they bring you here to shut me up about the experiments?"