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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/7/2017 11:14:32 PM
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[b]Practice Makes Imperfect
Tatakoi Plains, 6:00
Natalie "Nat" Elidan[/b]
[i]"Breathe. Five seconds in, three seconds out. Repeat it. Feel it. Feel the heavy breaths, feel the weight behind them. Feel it pull them down on your lungs like rocks."
Natalie's hand guided the staff in her hand. She felt the weapon running along the length of her arm, across her back. She saw the head of it pointed at the tree downwind from her, the glowing purple crystal staring at the bark like a dog stared down a treat. She saw the tree restlessly rustle, the leaves falling gracefully onto the grassy ground below them. It was calming, a state much like a trance that she put herself into. The tree shook violently as it slipped out of the ground, snaking it's roots up and into the air above it. Then with a spin of her staff, Natalie brought it to the front side of her person and sent the tree flying somewhere behind her. It skidded to a halt on the ground maybe fifteen feet away, and she held the staff with either hand now. The power in her weapon felt living, it felt strong. She lifted it once more and sent it flying into the air now, like an eagle soaring high. It hit an eagle, funnily enough, which made Natalie laugh at the comparison. The tree came crashing down to earth a moment later although a burst of energy knocked it off the path, sending it flying outwards and away from Nat like a baseball when hit by a big, invisible bat. [/i]
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"Nice, she would have a heyday there. I would probably kill someone as well."
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[i]"Feel free to. Please, aim for the politicians." [/i]
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"I can do that, not too hard to do." She chuckled then.
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[i]"Well, I'll set up a safehouse then! Whats your preferred coffee?" Nat jokingly responded, finishing up her food. [/i]
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"Black with twelve sugar cube!" She answered then, grinning wildly.
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[i]"Remind me not to kiss you, that would be far too sweet for my tastes." [/i]
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Rose laughed again, that was smooth, she had to admit it. "You're too smooth for your own good."
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[i]"And inflating my ego definitely makes me smoother," Nat shot back in a friendly tone, a light laugh joining it. [/i]
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"Well, I'll get a pump then and keep it going~"
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[i]"I wouldn't be opposed." [/i]
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Rose let out a short laugh then, looking up at Nat.
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[i]"So, what time do you need to be back at camp by?" Nat had asked, sitting on the edge of the yellow sleeping bag. She had a tilt to her head, only making her angular and admittedly somewhat long head stand out more. [/i]
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"As long as I report back, I'll be fine."
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[i]"When do you need to report?" [/i]
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"Said in about an hour, I can just call or send a message though."
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[i]"You guys use phones?" [/i]
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"Duh, we're not cavemen."
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[i]"Fair, though in my defence, you make it sound so... Tribal, almost." [/i]
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"Camp, tribe, its just terms."
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[i]"Fair enough."[/i]
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"So, now what?"
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[i]"I dunno. What do you want to do?" [/i]
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"Well shit don't leave that up to me!" She chuckled.
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[i]"I really don't care what we do, I'm up for anything." [/i]
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"Anything?" She raised an eyebrow at Nat then.
