originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]"What do you do with them after? Let me guess - Jenga?" Natalie would jokingly ask, slipping her staff sheath harness onto her back and around her arms. It was only a few black straps that managed to blend in with the shirt, so the staff would almost look like it was levitating on her back. [/i]
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"No, then I warp them into something else, it just depends what I decide to form." Rose smirked, watching Nat from where she sat.
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[i]"I still think Jenga sounds more fun. At least this way you can have fun and have something fall on someone's head," Nat would respond. She finished off her coffee and put the paper cup onto her table, before holding the door open and sliding the hanged clothes to the side. "After you." [/i]
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"Bitch I'm half dressed and don't have a bra on, are you crazy?" Rose laughed then, standing up again as she quickly redressed, slipping her clothes back on effortlessly. With a wave of her hand, a metal object flew and latched onto her right leg with a click, hardly blending into her black pants. It took a bit to discern, but it wad a sheath, her sword in it.
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[i]"Certifiably insane is the proper term for it," Nat responded, her tone sarcastic yet jestful as she stepped outside and waited on Rose. [/i]
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Rose laughed again from inside, then after a bit appeared again after slipping through the entrance flap. Glancing over, she shrugged. "So, now what? You got me outside."
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[i]"I dunno, didn't think I'd get this far. What do you usually do when you practice your metal magic stuff?" [/i]
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"Well for one I usually don't have to go outside, so we both got dressed for nothing. But since we're out here, might as well try and attempt bending bigger stuff."
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[i]"Any ideas? And Im cool with heading to your place for it, since the only metal shit on my place is the radio. Which I ain't giving up." [/i]
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"I can drag stuff over. Besides, I'm sure you're fine with sharing the bed again." Rose grinned then, her sly comments once more appearing. In truth though, she had no idea what to do at the moment.
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[i]"Alright hotshot. There's an apartment building nearby, it's pretty well abandoned because of the Trayven. Want to go there to bend some stuff?" [/i]
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"Sure, should be plenty of metal to screw with there."
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[i]"Come on then, follow me." Nat led her out of the compound and through a few of the abandoned buildings that were being utilized as walls on the outskirts of the campsite. She snuck her way through the halls, avoiding Trayven patrols out of instinct from her times lurking about beforehand. Eventually she led Rose to the apartment, her old one from before joining the Trayvens. "Here we are," Nat said, climbing through the windowsill of the living room. [/i]
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Rose followed after her, glancing around the room once she got in. "Surprised that its still in one piece." She let out a huff of amusement, exploring the area.
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[i]"So am I, I half expected the place to be gone by now. Or at the least cleaned out." Nat slipped out of the living room for a brief moment, heading down a thin, two-doored hallway and into a bedroom. She pulled a black backpack out from beneath the bed and started to shove things in. Be it clothes or books, a box of money or things that she would avoid speaking of, she filled the backpack with her valuables. It was swung into her back and sandwiched her staff between itself and her back, before Nat went to join Rose in the living room of what was once her own house. "It looks like my friends haven't been crashing here for a while." [/i]
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"I wonder why. Could use it as a getaway, hideout from the camp. At least then we can -blam!- without serving as jack off material for the tent next to us." Rose chuckled, the thought more amusing to her than it should be.
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[i]"That, dear Rosie, is why you always turn up the radio when you're doing it." Nat didn't look to the bandit when she spoke, rather she walked by the woman and headed straight for the kitchen, which was connected to the living room and divided only by the carpet stopping abruptly halfway through the room. She approached the fridge and pulled out her drinks - sodas, beer cans, and a few other things - which she put in the backpack as well. [/i]
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Rose chuckled, leaving Nat to do her thing as she started looking about the room for now.
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[i]The living room was fairly small, though it looked much smaller than it really was. Small clutters of papers or trash laid on end tables, and the television played an endless loop of some cop show on reruns. It wasn't much, but in terms of metals in the room, most of the kitchen behind Rose was full of it. Alternatively there was a bunch in the bedroom. [/i]
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She wasn't primarily looking for metal, could leave that to Nat to find her some, she didn't want to bend the wrong thing. For now she just looked around, exploring her friend's apartment in a bout of wonder.
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[i]Rose wouldn't find too much in the house that was out of the ordinary - Nat had already slipped most of it into her backpack prior to Rose exploring. Though in a few nooks and crannies here and there she would find what looked to be pages, about seven of them, each detailing a spell that Nat had once worked on. The idea didn't have too much to it in terms of clear cut definitions on what it was, though what was pieced together made it sound like a prototype for some form of explosion of gravity - No, implosion. [/i]
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She cringed, the effects of it would be.... Gruesome. Not knowing what to do with it, she left it be, maybe mention it later.
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[i]Nat, meanwhile, had finished up with her looting of the house she once resided in. She mostly took to hiding evidence of some secrets she kept in the bag, alongside food and drinks of her own. "Alright, ready to start?" Nat inquired, sitting on the counter in the kitchen. [/i]
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Hearing Nat speak, Rose walked over to it, shrugging once she entered. "Ready as ever." She didn't sound too invested in it, but would still partake.
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[i]Nat had a can of tomatoes in her hand, which, really, just says something about what she does for practice. As soon as Rose walked into the room, Nat threw the aluminum can lightly for Rose's stomach. [/i]
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She caught it with both hands, looking back to Nat. "A can of tomatoes? You know I have entire sheets of metal for this at my tent." She scrutinized, but didn't meson any bad by it. Commenting in a sarcastic tone.