Intuiting Titan Powers

A clap of his hands dissipated the gas and another spike that was soaring through the air. It went off course, landing in the water.
Those shockwaves. That wasn't Prancer.

"Moose?" I asked the cold, empty air around me.

*****

Scholar the fuck up, Victoria, I thought, as I flew out through the window to the side, avoiding the gas.

The wall of gas was still mostly upright, but every punch he struck tore down more of it. Spikes erupted from the far side, and he avoided most.

Pull on what we know, I thought. If you want to chime in, fragile one, you'd better give me some nudges.

Prancer had some Moose in him. Had he stolen the power? Or were they related?

Related powers factored into what Titan Eve was doing. That pink gas, it wasn't in her normal set of talents. Was that a power the agent had but hadn't handed out? Something for a future host, or a possible evolution of the power?

Like how my family had lasers and forcefields as redundant things, but some of us kids, like myself, had something pulled from the same agent. My damn sister had her dad's master of biology, but a completely different angle. He controlled one aspect of his, she controlled a thousand different aspects of anyone but herself.

Tristan and Byron had the same root power but other stuff came and went, like he'd remarked, and it changed with mental state.

Did the Titans have full access to the full portfolios they'd managed as agents?

****

"Auger was a tinker?" I said.

"He's one now," Tattletale glanced up at me.

"It's the full package," I remarked. "When people become titans, every possible power that agent could have handed out goes to the Titan."

I gestured in the direction of Titan Oberon. Surrounded by breaker-ized chunks of building.

- Radiation 18.4-5