Arden Finch (
afraid_of_marshmallows) wrote2024-11-12 03:43 pm
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Midnight Manor Boarding House All-Purpose Room, Tuesday Afternoon
At the Halloween party, Arden had asked Remy if he would be willing to help her learn a bit more about her powers. And had then spent the next week or so ducking and hiding from him about it because she'd gotten cold feet (Frigid feet. Zero degrees Kelvin feet.) about it the same kind she'd gotten when she and Cal had worked on meditating up on the roof before. Only, sorry Remy, she didn't think she'd be able to press her hand against your chest to have help calming down.
But, eventually, she'd managed to shove the fear down enough (or, okay, shame herself into it enough, same basic difference) to reach out to Remy and set a definitive date for when they were going to practice. And here she was, complete with the promised barbeque that was was holding in a white-knuckled grip. But it was okay. She was gonna be cool. Chilly. Totally unfazed.
Confident.
...Eventually?
[For the gentleman so named, but available to anyone else in Midnight if they want to check out what's happening! That Remy and Arden are practicing is fine, but details about powers, etc is NFB, please!]
But, eventually, she'd managed to shove the fear down enough (or, okay, shame herself into it enough, same basic difference) to reach out to Remy and set a definitive date for when they were going to practice. And here she was, complete with the promised barbeque that was was holding in a white-knuckled grip. But it was okay. She was gonna be cool. Chilly. Totally unfazed.
Confident.
...Eventually?
[For the gentleman so named, but available to anyone else in Midnight if they want to check out what's happening! That Remy and Arden are practicing is fine, but details about powers, etc is NFB, please!]
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"Guess not," she admitted, with a very teenager 'that's true but I don't have to like it' expression. "So, uh. Zombies? I guess? And I can show you what I can do?"
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The room shifted at his prompting, transforming into a stereotypical New Orleans jazz club, complete with band and patrons. The night visible outside the front door and windows was dark, and the lighting in the club was warm and dim.
And there was a groaning coming from the street outside. The NPC patrons hadn't noticed it just yet.
"You wanna adjust anything, just think it at Midnight. It's very accommodating."
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A drunken patron was heading towards the door to do just that, in fact.
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Scampering over to the drunk trying to leave, she said, "Sir? We're trying to keep it quiet to not start a panic, but the police are currently searching the area for an escaped felon and are asking folks to stay off the street. You look like the kind of fella that can keep his cool - can I trust you to keep folks from leaving for the next, oh, fifteen or twenty minutes?"
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"I gotcha li'l lady." He turned to the rest of the crowd. "ERRYBODY RELAX! Errythin's unner control!"
Remy bobbed his head in a little nod. "Let's check the roof."
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"Let's go," Arden said. They headed up to the rooftop, and she went to look over the edges of the nightclub to see what they were dealing with. And as she did, she sent a breeze around the building to get a sense of what was present that she couldn't see.
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She could sense the shapes of things with her wind. That was a very useful trick!
"So. What've you found?"
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"Alright. Looks like your friend downstairs is doing pretty well keeping folks contained. What do you want to tackle first?"
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And he stepped off the edge.
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She was just talking to empty air.
"Are you crazy?!" she yelled over the edge of the rooftop.
The smartest thing to do would be to go back inside and just go back down the way they'd come. But this was supposed to be learning to use her powers, so...
"Air blocks," she muttered. "I can make...like a little staircase...?" Stepping onto the edge, she firmed the air directly next to it and took a tentative step onto it. Okay! Good! It held! Now to make another one, a little lower than the first.
This was gonna take, well...it wasn't gonna be fast, at least.
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"Can you make your blocks move?" he asked. "You could float yourself down instead of working on making more."
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Well, that wasn't true exactly. She'd hit nega-Cal with a block of air once, but that had been more like a slap from a distance than trying to move something up and down that she was standing on.
"Is the middle of a zombie sim really the best time to see if I can?"
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The zombies had noticed him and were headed his way. He didn't even glance back at them.
"Up to you, petite!"
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She was just going to keep slowly working on her staircase. It was slow, but it was something she knew she how to do. And also, she could just stop where she wanted to. Like if she didn't want to get all the way to the ground where the zombies were she could just make, like, a little air landing here and stay put on it. You know, up where the zombies couldn't get her.
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"Seems like you got it handled."
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Right. He was a superhero, too. Of course he'd be fine.
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The other two were still shambling forward. Arden racked her head trying to figure out what else she could do besides just throw more bricks of air at them. This was supposed to be helping her get an idea of what she could do, right?
This time, instead of just making a wall of air, thought about Kamala's giant hands and tried to make one of those out of air to just swat a zombie away.
Turns out, bitchslapping a zombie with a giant hand was pretty effective! It didn't kill them, probably didn't hurt them, but it did knock them down because their balance wasn't particularly great. By this point, her eyes were glowing gold and the scent of spring rain and lightning filled the air.
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