Hmmm it really made him think. Well... again, the man would be his teacher soon- he had to show him at some point. But give up the game so soon? Should he? It could be so much fun to leave this man guessing but if he did he might not learn what he needed to. And the man seemed very interested.

"Well I.. don't usually..." he turned away allowing a slight embarrassed pink creep onto his cheeks, feigning shyness. "I suppose though if you're going to be my teacher..." he let the debate show on his face- letting the man know that he was questioning whether or not to 'give an example.'

He allowed for a few moments of considerative pause before looking Den back in the face, still feigning innocent uncertainty. "I suppose I could give you an example.. or a demonstration more like i guess- it's hard to explain..."

Denskith was caught hook, line, and sinker. All of his thoughts were joined in the sureness that was . . . this. Shae. He had a simular 'talent' to his-- not a talent-- shut up, shut up, shut up--

"Shall I go first?" he blurted out before even thinking over the words.

Denskith never liked using his power. Oh, it was enjoyable in the present-tense, but the aftermath . . . was too much to bear. But, if it would help out a future student of his-- or, at least, that's what he told himself-- then it would do more harm than good, right?

. . . Right?

He blinked, slightly taken aback.. oh ok.. hmm well he had thought the man could help him, but maybe he even have a similar talent. Den wasn't a wisp, but an alluring voice was a trait many species were known for- so it was hardly hard to believe. It did get him very much interested though.

He smiled innocently. "You have a talented voice as well?- Sure then, I'd love to hear.." it might be a different kind of talent altogether but he was very intrigued now and was definitely not going to pass this opportunity up.

He'd love to hear. That was all the excuse Denskith needed. The longing for an audience was always there, and now . . .

Inhale, exhale. He could do this. He had control over this-- not as much as he wanted-- but, STILL. He could do this. If not-- DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

Inhale. And then, music. The words that he was singing didn't matter-- he was singing. Crecendo, decrecendo, throw in some thirty-second notes. Bliss.

"Shae, walk two steps away from me while still facing me, two steps towards me while still facing me, and then spin on your feet a complete three hundred sixty degree circle, coming back to face me."

It was freeing to not use any filters on his commands. A thrill went up Denskith's spine, and he grinned his lob-sided grin. He couldn't help it.

(( A note on how Den's powers work: You can resist, but it is a tad mentally draining. One has to conciously fight the command. If one is taken away with the music, though, it's over-- you are effectively Denskith's play-thing. ))

He was perfectly aware it was what Den was saying that was making him do it- and he probably could have resisted, but he didn't, why? Because he was curious. He wanted to know.. so instead of resisting he let himself get up and walk backwards and forwards, following the sung commands.

Definitely and interestingly like his own abilities, except.. not the same. No not the same.. but very, very close... it was certainly intriguing. Once he'd finished his controlled pirouette he stopped, looking at the teacher with interest.

"... that's certainly very intriguing sir.. have you always been able to do that..?" he maintained his usual soft tone, but the interest also showed in his voice.

Denskith watched with a close eye as Shae perfectly performed his commands without resistance. Odd. Usually, people found it quite unnerving to be controlled like that and resisted at least the first couple of times rather violently. And yet, this boy complied so easily. Maybe--

Maybe, he was overthinking things. Again.

'Had he always' . . .

Deskith froze at such a question. It was unnerving how, not even an hour into this school, Denskith was asked the one question he would rather avoid above everything else. Yes, he knew that the boy meant his command ability, but his mind immediately linked it with singing. Had he always been able to sing? Was the talent his own, or . . . did Lorelei--

No. He couldn't think that way. Couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't. Have confidence in yourself. Remember the Rebellion, remember what you did. You're talented now, that's all that matters. Remember . . .

". . . No," Denskith managed to shakily answer after a long time, his scarred hand reaching for his head and holding it tight. "No, I . . . I aquired this ability later in life."

Please don't ask about the experiments, Denskith silently pleaded. If he did . . . he would be compelled to answer. And that would be very, very hard.

He sat back down and watched curiously as Den obviously seemed uncomfortable. Best not to pry into that then.. just yet. After all- he'd get no where from making this guy upset.
So instead he'd give him a distraction.

"Acquired, sir? hmm... would you like me to show you MY talent now, then?" he smiled upwards, as thought completely ignorant. He did like the idea of getting to use his talents a little more freely- he rarely could.
If he was too obvious with it everyone would KNOW he could.
And he didn't want that. He didn't want that at all.

Denskith very-much appreciated the distraction. His face lit-up immediately, and he smiled lop-sidedly.

A student was willing to put his trust in him. In him, of all people. How wonderful!

"Y-yes!" he exclaimed. "Yes, I would love to see your talent!"

Back in Windor, those that displayed their serem powers frequently to others were either cocky or just plain sadistic. Most only confided their 'talents' to only those that they truly trusted . . . Deskith was being trusted by someone. HIM. He took such privilages very, very seriously.

Shae gave a small soft chuckle at the mans enthusiasm, drawing the words into his mind. The words barely mattered though, they just subtly shifted the contention of his music. If he wanted he could sing gibberish and it'd still affect people, perhaps not in as many different ways or as specifically but it would still have effect.

Closing his eyes he began to sing, softly, he voice echoing around the room and seeming to overlap over itself as his song went on. It would seem to whisper around and the light in the room was drawn to him as he let the manipulative talent of his vocal abilities flow heavily.
Usually his songs were meant to make someone trust him, or to cause pain or other emotions, but he was pretty sure he could manipulate someone into a particular action if he got the words and tone just right.

"your body is like the churning river, wild and untamable, your mind is racing, heartbeat pacing, with the relentless urge to move. You cannot resist the electric currents that encourage your feat to tap, and your hands grow ever restless, upon arms that wish to dance. Your energy is bubbling forward, uncontainable excited noise, your body yearns to follow the rhythm and the tempo of my voice~"


((basically Shae's power isn't direct, it controls emotions and thoughts and indirectly affects what a person WANTS.. so here he's using it to convince Den that he wants to dance.))

Denskith listened to the music closely, dearly. Yes, he always loved to sing, but listening was nice, too. The words flowed into his eardrums . . . This student really did sing well. It was encouraging. Still, what was he trying to do?

Denskith found himself, at first, tap to the music. He took no alarm to this; it was a common occurance when listening to the wonderfulness that is music music. However, when he soon found himself swaying wildly back and forth across the room, the boy's intention was clear. He was dancing (as ever crudely it was)! Even stranger, he seemed to like it.

The music teacher's face flushed in embarrassment; this was the first time someone else had controled him with music. "Erm-- v-very nice." He kept dancing-- it was hard to stop. As usual, resisting temptations or any suggestions was hard to do.

"Can I stop now?" he asked rather meekly, but found rather his own feet slowly stopping and coming to a hault in front of the boy. Huh. So, it wasn't an absolute command. How wonderfully convienent; no one had to die. He looked up to the boy for further explination.

Shae stopped singing and fell silent with a small smile before shrugging.
"It's... based upon suggesting what the person wants. It stems from.. well... to be perfectly honest.." he didnt want to tell this guy about himself or what he was but if he was going to get help- he would have to.
It was annoying but he'd have to if he wanted to get anywhere.

"To be perfectly honest"-he continued slightly hesitantly.-"I'm a predator, I prey on humans and my voice is one of the main things that i use to persuade them to trust and follow me." He stopped considering words, what excactly to say and what not to say. Best not mention he had no real purpose in killing. "I'm a wil o wisp.. have you heard of it?" he watched his ghost light flicker and dance around him. "Everything about me is designed to make someone wish to trust me... But please don't tell anyone!!" he suddenly leant forward on the table with wide slightly regretful innocent eyes. It was an act but then, almost everything he did was. "I.. I haven't killed in ages, and if everyone knew then.. they might not want to be friends with me anymore..."
He feigned a sad expression, leaning back and looking down into his lap.

All Denskith could think of when Shae spoke was how much this sounded like the loreleis, like the sirens. They brought countless sailors to their death with their beautiful music . . . That ghost light really was pretty. He could see how useful a lure it could be for prey.

And yet, despite all the resemblence in the world, he could only now see Shae as a monster. A murderer. All the things he had been running away from . . . he found now, first day on the job. Oh, the irony.

The teacher did not trust himself to reply-- not at first, anyways. While not wanting to speak, that sad expression tore at his heart . . . He had to say something, anything . . .

". . . While I don't agree with any of this," Denskith admitted, "I won't tell anyone what you've just said. Promise."

Shae let relief show on his face but also slight indignation.
"I said I'd stopped didn't I? I mean it.. really I haven't been killing but see.. It's hard..."

He looked away again as though slightly ashamed of himself.
In actual fact he almost was, but for different reasons. He did hate loosing control of himself- but not because he cared about the people he'd killed.

He hated it because he simply hated not being in control. And... also, because when he lost control the people around or.. more specifically one person in particular often got hurt. And he couldn't bare it when he hurt Ndale. He hated that more than anything.

"I.. My abilities are hard to control.. so that's why I need to get better at controlling them.. it's why I came here to this school.."

Hard to stop . . . Denskith could understand that. It was hard to stop singing. It was hard for the boy to stop killing. The comparison was so obvious, and yet . . . the music teacher found it hard to not view the boy as anything but a monster, regardless of comparison.

Maybe it was because of the simularity that it was so hard to see Shae as anything but a monster. Maybe it was because it was so hard to see himself as anything but a monster. Even now, he could recall those first screams. . . .

"My arm! MY EFFING ARM!"
"I-I'm sorry, I--" but, he WASN'T sorry. He was happy he done it. The blood tasted so good . . . So good, that he wanted MORE.
"God damn you!" The charge. The flames. "You FREAK!"
"Aren't we all freaks, Kayla?" The wolfish grin of resignation and of sorrow. The resistance leader had come, the freak that even the scientists feared . . .

If the resistance leader hadn't come then . . . Denskith would have killed the woman named Kayla. Without fail.

Denskith fought back the tears. Not in front of a student.

". . . I can understand that," he finally admitted after a long pause. His scarred hand unconciously went up towards his throat. "I . . . can help, if that's what you truly want. Control it. Most of the knowledge is second-hand, but . . ." But, he would give all he knew. To help the boy that was so much like him.

Shae brightened up as Den agreed. Good, finally someone who could actually help him further his ability. He almost felt bad for tricking the man into thinking Shae cared about killing... heh, no.. not really he didn't feel bad at all. Kind of like he didn't care about killing.

"Oh anything is great! I don't mind it all helps heehee" he smiled sweetly, never hurt to appear innocent. "The main reason I must admit is because of the people around me foremost... the people here at this school who I care about... in particular my boyfriend- the other day I... lost control and really hurt him.."

He didn't like explaining that cos it reminded him that he had done it- and that hurt genuinely. A lot.
But anything he could say to win the guy over more was worth saying- and telling him the truths along with the lies seemed like a way to go.