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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/28/2017 11:57:42 PM
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[i]"In the Dojoville? We have more domestic terrorists than normal people, I'll take my chance."
Nat chuckled and looked over her shoulder. She recognized the street they were on due to having a few friends that lived nearby - One wasn't home and she knew a way in, so maybe she could slip the woman out of the area and away from the police?
"Speaking of criminals and terrorism, want to get out of the middle of the street? So you don't get arrested?" [/i]
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[i]Helena laughed quietly at Nat's first words, the snicker soft and short, sounding weirdly distorted through the helmet. She nodded slowly, her left hand slipping out of her pocket to give the purple-haired lady a thumbs-up.[/i] "Was plannin' on runnin' n' lettin' m'Cap'n deal with the mess, buuut runnin' off t'hide with a pretty lass doesn't sound so bad. Sure, lead the way, eh?" [i]Her voice took a jesting tone for just a moment, though she got serious again rather quickly, hand disappearing back into her coat in the meantime.[/i]
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[spoiler]What accent is that, Newfie? [/spoiler] [i]Nat started to run along the pavement, gesturing for her to follow. She turned right and darted through an alleyway before jumping atop a duster and catching a fire escape ladder, which she climbed and kicked to make fall for the woman. She waited on the third level of the fire escape, which was right outside a small hallway the two could cut through. [/i]
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[spoiler]I dunno, honestly. It's just me improvising hard.[/spoiler] [i]Helena shot after Natalie rather quickly, her combat boots thumping on the stone tiles that made the sidewalk, while her trench coat fluttered in the wind. She could've easily caught up with the other woman, but instead chose to lag behind to follow her easily, acting quick to follow up the ladder, the fire escape, and to the window.[/i]
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[spoiler]Ah. Well it looks Newfie as hell (east coast Canadian province), and the eh? she said made me think it lol. [/spoiler] [i]Nat speedwalked through the long and beige corridor, before slipping through an empty house and jumping out the window. She easily crossed the tight gap and grabbed the roof of a nearby music store and rolled on top of it, where she started to run again. [/i]
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[spoiler]Well, she's basically from space Canada.[/spoiler] [i]And again, Hel followed, dexterous and elegantly, tailing Nat closely, never being more than about two meters away from her. She followed the purple-haired woman like a tail, her mind running since she wasn't all too focused... of course, the thought of it being an elaborate ruse to trap her did cross her. Oh well.[/i]
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[i]Natalie dashed across the snowy rooftops, only losing her grip on the ground once in a while as she slid across the cool ice below. Eventually she looked to the closed window of her friend's apartment, which shot open, allowing her to jump and roll inside of it. She did so and jumped, turning halfway midair to land back-down on the living room couch. [/i]
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[i]The redhead made a significantly less flashy entrance as she purposely aimed lower than Natalie had, boots hitting the wall right below the window, hands gripping the windowsill. She landed with a grunt, quickly hoisting herself up and over, deftly landing with both feet on the inside after doing a little flip.[/i]
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[i]"Welcome to the safe haven. Or at least, for the hour," Nat said as she got up off the couch and went to the kitchen. She moved past the array of various beers and grabbed her and the redhead a bottle of water eachz which she passed to her upon returning to the window. [/i]
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[i]Helena took the bottle of water with a grateful nod, plopping down on the couch after, sighing in relief as she finally, at long last, got the chance to fuсkin' relax. She pushed a groan past her lips, her hands moving up to the sides of her helmet, giving it a few hard tugs before it came off, getting placed in her lap after. She gave her head a wild shake, hands correcting her hair a little after, so that she didn't look like a hobo. The woman's face was revealed at long last, her thick, fiery red hair let loose to hang, reaching to her shoulder blades, where it was neatly cut. The locks were nice and well-kept, curly and wavy, if a tad messy and haphazard after being stuck in a helmet. Her face was surprisingly angular and pretty, with big golden eyes, barely plump pink lips, and a slightly upturned nose.[/i] "Name's Helena, BTW. Also, if y'don't mind m'askin', but who opened the window? B'cause I don't see anyone."
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[i]"I'm Nat. And I've got the window situation handled through magic." Nat, like the masses of Dojoville who possessed magic, was usually very open about it. She sat on the couch beside Hel and let out a brief sigh of relief, all the while she took off her jacket and laid it out beside her. The purple tee shirt was revealed to have a golden creature on it - a Griffon - with black sleeves attached to it that ran to her wrists. She sipped casually on the water. [/i]
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"Nat? Short for Natalie, I presume? Also, y'got mages 'ere? Huh... just've psychic peeps back home." [i]Indeed, indeed... Helena wasn't quite used to the typical mages, but rather, just people who could use their mind to do things, like telekinesis and all that stuff. She shut her eyes for a moment, her head resting back while her hands blindly grabbed her bottle, ubsvewed the cap, and then also brought it to her lips, letting her take a deep swig.[/i]
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[i]"It's... Complicated. Some mages use magic from a source, some use it from a source of ethereal energy - I get all my magic from my genes." Nat's case was strange, in that magic-blockers would rarely ever affect her, though at the same time, her magical growth was limited to her using the full extent of her genes. "My mother was something called a Tempest, which is basically some sort of time mage. I got gravity as a modified gene, sorta." [/i]
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"Oooh... so sorta like the psychics I'm used t', then. Gotcha. Int'restin'. But y'fuсk with gravity? Cool." [i]What an odd woman... She opened her eyes again, looking at the ceiling for a few moments, the sounds of sirens faintly heard in the background as they probably searched for Helena. She didn't care, though, instead just occasionally sipping her water as she talked to Natalie. She let out a lengthy sigh as she rolled her shoulders, getting a nice few cracks out of her back -- and goddamn was it satisfying. Slowly, her eyes found themselves back on Nat, giving her a sideways glance before the redhead whole speak up again, voice surprisingly tentative.[/i] "Any specific reason y'picked me up?"
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[i]"Yeah. Someone lays in the side of the road after a bar explodes, you'd figure they're a criminal. And since Dojoville's police force is absolutely horrible, I figured I'd get you off the streets so you don't end up, I don't know, bent over while trying to pick up the soap in front of a fat guy named Bubba or something." Nat spoke with complete honesty in her voice, yet she laced her words with a semi-joking tone at that last half. She did pick up Hel from the street because the Dojoville police force was so bad (for the miniscule number of officers that exist), and she didn't want to see a person end up in prison for potentially just being a bystander. [/i]
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[i]Hel snorted in genuine amusement at the crude joke Natalie slipped into her response, a slight grin coming out to play around her lips, the corners ever so slightly curled up in amusement. Her eyes twinkled with mild delight, head turning to look at Nat completely, though it also cocked ever so slightly to the right.[/i] "Police's really [i]that[/i] bad? Man, no wonder ya've got more terrorists than civs, eh? Gods... Anyways, would've probably just shot myself [i]if[/i] the feds had managed t'caught me -- best way t'escape, eas'ly. Also, yea, 'criminal' would be accurate, bein' honest."
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[i]"I'm glad you didn't shoot yourself - Wouldn't have anybody to hide with," Nat jokingly said. She wasn't on the run or anything, despite her father bring rather high up on the chain of command for police, though she did enjoy the thrill of running. [/i]
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"Y'make a good point. So then, t'keep this convo goin', what's your story?" [i]She sounded genuinely interested as she asked her question, her gaze lingering on Nat's, languidly shifting away after a few seconds. Helena turned her head away and to the window, looking outside of it as she sipped her water. The sirens had been growing louder, though they were still very distant.[/i]
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[i]"Well, I'm from Las Vegas, grew up in New York until I was eighteen. I came to Dojoville last year, and here I am." Nat didn't have the most intriguing of all stories. She was in the city of Dojoville to rectify that. [/i]
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"I dunno where I'm from," [i]She quietly mused to herself as she pondered her own little tale, skimming over it from beginning to present.[/i] "Some lab'ratory shithole." [i]Helena shrugged, pausing to chug what remained of her water, practically throwing it down her gullet, only stopping once the bottle was completely empty, at which point she screwed the cap back on.[/i] "Lemme see, lemme see... Uh, grown in some lab, moved on t'the streets at, like, twelve, got adopted then, too, raised in space, got here 'bout a month ago."
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[i]"Damn, I'm sorry." It wasn't that Natalie didn't care about her life growing up - being a lab kid wouldn't be the nicest upbringing - it's just that she didn't know Helena well enough to get attached enough for that to have much impact on her. She gave a sympathetic tone of voice, though she really couldn't relate. [/i]
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[i]Nat getting all sympathetic out of nowhere got her an estranged look from Hel, whose right eyebrow had already risen up in a mix of confusion and curiosity. She lightly cupped her chin with her left hand, speaking up.[/i] "Eh? Sorry? For what? Ya don't need t'feel sorry for li'l me, ya know, b'cause 't is not like I remember, or care m'self. Upbringing was prob'ly shit, but I was so outta m'mind that I can't even remember. Memory starts when I got adopted."
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[i]"Well, that's something I guess." [/i]
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"Yea. M'life's weird, man... feels like I'm some shitty character in a fuсkin' story. Gloomy backstory, aye; shifty powers, ayep; questionable company, bingo."
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[i]"That all sounds quite normal around this shitty city," Nat said with a grin as she looked to the window. The sirens were as loud as ever, though thankfully, they seemed to be passing by relatively quickly. "So, what kind of powers do you have then?" [/i]
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[i]Hmm, hmm, hmm, now that was certainly a good question... Hel pondered it for a while, only then, she just snapped the fingers on her right hand, a grin spreading across her visage. Her hand started shifting and changing, the flesh bubbling before her fingers shot out, the bones turning into jagged class, nails growing out, becoming thick, curved, and razor-sharp. Only a moment later, her hand was back to normal.[/i] "Biomass manipulation, I think it'd be called. Mostly use 't t'heal m'self."
