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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/13/2017 4:58:15 AM
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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.
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[i]"Well, I'm fresh out of steel rods right now." [/i]
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"Alright, then I won't judge Aside from making a mess with tomatoes."
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[i]"What, you're just going to ignore the mess from yesterday? Both messes are fun, this one needs a mop is all," Nat jokingly shot back, as she picked up a cluster of forks, butter knives and spoons. She started tossing them slowly, one by one so that they wouldn't overwhelm her. [/i]
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"Wait! It doesn't work like that for me, I have to touch the metal first before I can bend it. So don't get trigger happy on me." She caught as many as she could, before stopping Nat from overwhelming her. Then she sorted through them all, and looked up again. "Wish I could just bend anything, but its not always so simple."
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[i]"Shit, sorry about that." Nat thought for a moment, though she eventually got off the counter and grabbed the utensils, which she tossed into a drawer. She grabbed a knife from a rack on the countertop and held it towards Rose, holding it by the blade. "Here, maybe you could bend this?" [/i]
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Taking it, she held it for a bit, before placing her hand on the tip of the knife, and pushed down. Normally her hand should go onto the blade, and a trip to an ER was needed, but instead the blade bent backwards on itself, zigzagging until she pressed it against the handle.
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[i]"Well damn, you turned it into paper." [/i]
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"I can also reshape it into anything, which is why I wear a metal armband now, useful for when I need it." She shrugged, then straightened the blade again, and passed it back.
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[i]Nat took the blade and tossed it at the wall beside her gently, letting it fall into the rack. She played it off as if it was intentional, but internally she was flipping her shit at such a mundane feat. "Yeah? What kinds of things do you usually end up making?" [/i]
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"Depends on what I can think of, it also means I need more metal for the bigger things I try to make." Rose herself didn't see it as that impressive. Although she would win at any game with knives though.
