ElementMan: “…Pirikira… pikira… The air hums as his elemental cores shimmer in rotating colors — fire, aqua, wood, elec. You… new current… flow with the balance, or break against it?”

ElementMan: He tilts his head, voice soft but resonant, almost melodic. “Pirikira… harmony and chaos — both are my pulse. Speak… or be swept away by the storm.”