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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 1:46:39 AM
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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."
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[i]"I don't know if I should be scared, aroused, or laugh, so I'll just do all three," Nat jokingly responded with a light laugh. She really didn't know how to react to that, since she had never really met a biomass manipulator before. [/i]
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"Aroused, y'say?" [i]Of course that was what got her attention. Helena's voice was laced and accented by a jesting tone, though she did give Nat a wondering glance, even if she soon continued on.[/i] "T'be honest, I love m'power... Shit allows me t'do whatever the fuсk I want, long as 't's organic. Sky's the limit, really."
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[i]"Can you, like, hardwire your brain to do shit too? Like give yourself other genetic powers?" [/i]
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"Yea," [i]She responded rather shortly, though she probably was doing exactly what Nat had asked, which was only confirmed when a slight orange flame appeared at the tip of her right index finger.[/i] "Can rewrite m'DNA, genome, genetic code, all of 't."
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[i]"Damn, that's badass." [/i]
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"I do m'best." [i]She smirked, the flame disappearing as she clenched her hand into a fist, relaxing a moment after.[/i]
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[i]Nat was all out of things to talk about for now, and figured it was likely best that she get home. Or to wherever she was headed prior, anyways. "Well, I should be out," she said, standing. [/i]
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[i]She remained where she was seated, on the other hand, her eyes curiously following Nat. Sirens were still heard outside, and since Helena didn't quite wanted to get caught just yet...[/i] "Y'mind 'f I stick 'round 'ere for a li'l longer? Don't wanna get arrested the moment I exit."
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[i]"This place doesn't belong to me per se, although we can head to my actual house if you'd like? I have a spare room you can stay in there." [/i]
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"Sounds perfect t'me." [i]With a little smile, Hel got up and off the couch, her helmet sliding back on, damaged as it was. It was part of her kit and it just felt nice to wear it, even if blowing her head off probably wouldn't do anything to halt her.[/i]
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[i]Nat didn't like to be a rooftop runner, so she was glad that she lived in the same building as her friend. She travelled up three floors and made way to her house, which she entered and went to the kitchen of. [/i]
