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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 3:00:36 AM
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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]
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[i]Helena followed closely after Natalie, just sorta hanging around the living room instead of going out and exploring the apartment... rude and sarcastic as she might have been, she still had a handful of manners and whatnot. Her helm did come off again, however.[/i]
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[i]Nat grabbed a water and just went to bed. She was going to take a nap. [/i]
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[i]The redhead took her boots off just to plop down on the couch, her eyes shutting as she lied there, soon off to sleep much like Nat.[/i]
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((end, or continue upon awakening?))
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[spoiler]continue upon awakening m'dude[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]kk[/spoiler] [i]Natalie had awoken a few hours later when it was starting to get darker. She had changed into a new pair of tights and a black tank top, and went out to the living room. [/i]
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[i]Where she found Helena, who was sprawled across the couch like a ragdoll, placed on her back with her eyes focused on the ceiling, though they did glance at Nat when she entered the room. Quickly, the redhead turned around so she was sitting, offering a spot to her host.[/i] "Yo. Slept well?"
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[i]"Yeah. You?" Nat asked, though rather than going to the spot, she went to the fridge and grabbed herself another drink of water. [/i]
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"Perfectly fine." [i]She nodded to herself, fingers lightly tapping on her helmet, which was placed in her lap. Helena didn't hear any sirens, which got a slight sigh out of her.[/i]
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[i]"So, what happened in that bar anyways?" [/i]
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"Hmm, hmm, lemme see... Basic'ly, m'boss pissed some аssholes off, then sent me t'go arrange a peace meetin' or whatever... 'n I blew 'em up 'cause m'boss said 'fuсk the peace'."
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[i]"So who do you work for?" [/i]
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"M'mom!" [i]She exclaimed with an almost excited tone, her grin widening into a wide smile.[/i] "She's a Dreadlord in the Crimson Void -- gloomy names, aye, but ehhhh; blame the nerd that founded 'em."
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[i]"The hell is a Dreadlord? And the Crimson Void?" [/i]
