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Post by Cal Libitina on Aug 22, 2010 10:38:24 GMT -8
"Technology?" The metal was a pretty cool thing to do but technology? Woof. That shit was everywhere whether it worked well or not. "That's pretty freaking cool, dude." She rested the skateboard under her arm against her hip and nodded forward on the cement path she was still standing on, "Care to walk and talk?"
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Post by zola on Aug 22, 2010 10:43:11 GMT -8
As was typical with people's reactions to her technopathy, Cal thought it was 'cool.' Zola found it extremely useful, but there were other powers she wouldn't mind having. She shrugged, replying, "Sure, I need something to wake me up," with a short laugh.
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Post by Cal Libitina on Aug 22, 2010 10:46:28 GMT -8
Cal and Zola just started to walk down the path though at some point, Cal put the skateboard back on the path and just rolled alongside her at a decently, slow, walking pace, "Does your technopathy have any limits though? Does whatever you're focusing on have to be functional, have to have a source of electricity, and you know, all that shit?" Even the coolest powers had their downfalls.
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Post by zola on Aug 22, 2010 10:53:15 GMT -8
Even as Cal questioned it, Zola herself had never explored more than the basic limits of her own technopathy. Most of the stuff she'd ever manipulated had been fully functional and with a power source. "I know it has to have a power source - I can't manipulate electricity, after all - but I can make things that are normally considered 'broken' work. Unless, you know, it's smashed to pieces or something. It has to be at least most intact. I don't really know much about my own limits, really. What about your necromancy? What are its limits?"
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Post by Cal Libitina on Aug 22, 2010 10:58:09 GMT -8
Cal nodded as she listened and gave another shrug when she was questioned about her own limits, "I dunno really. I don't go summoning dead people everyday. The little I know however is that once you toast the body and cremate it, I can't do shit to bring it back, but I don't know why." That was when she tried to bring back someone close to the family and well, she managed a very, very weak apparition but that alone freaked out everyone and they tossed the ashes in some meadow so they could be free, thinking she was haunting them.
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Post by zola on Aug 22, 2010 11:00:58 GMT -8
Zola stopped for a minute, yawning again. This wasn't working; she wasn't waking up, she was actually getting even more sleepy for some reason. "Hey, um, not that you're boring me or anything, but I think I'm going to go back to sleep for a little bit. Maybe I'll see you later?" And with that, she headed back to her room.
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Post by Cal Libitina on Aug 22, 2010 11:03:08 GMT -8
"G'night then Zola," Cal took absolutely no offense and went back to tracing the paths of the grounds on her skateboard. Zola probably didn't sleep enough or she slept too much and her body was just feeling tired still. Whatevs. The weekend really fucks some people up sometimes. Then she recalled last night. It certainly does.
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Post by Carson Andres on Aug 22, 2010 11:07:28 GMT -8
Carson sauntered lazily out the door of the building onto the grounds, hands clasped behind her head like she often had them. It was strange; this morning she'd felt like she'd just drank four cups of coffee, and now she was a bit sleepy. She let her arms drop back to her sides and looked around. She noticed a couple of girls talking, and one of them had pink hair. This caused Carson to smile a bit. She'd often times dyed parts of her hair: A red streak or a hot pink streak... and sometimes she dyed it lighter so it would be a dirty blonde instead of a light brunette. At the moment, she had it blonde with the ends dyed black. But she had never thought of dying all of her hair a vibrant unnatural color. Carson shrugged to herself. The girl wore it well.
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Post by Cal Libitina on Aug 22, 2010 11:12:19 GMT -8
Cal slowed and kicked the board up again to catch it and go find somewhere to eat or something. She put a hand on her tummy and tapped a few fingers as she walked and found herself looking at some pretty cute blondie with very nicely dyed ends.
"Hey, you, with the nice black ends!"
She walked right over and stopped a bit away, "You wouldn't happen to know where the caf is in this place, would ya?" She sure as fuck hoped she did. She was hankering for some greasy pizza and whatever else she could find to stuff down her throat - she called this her post-alcohol munchies.
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Post by Carson Andres on Aug 22, 2010 11:18:28 GMT -8
Carson quickly responded to the pink-haired girl. "Ah, I haven't been to any real restaraunts around here yet, just a coffee shop, but I'm sure there's a ton of them down Mission Avenue." Carson lazily pointed in the direction of Mission. "I think my roommie mentioned somethin' about a diner there, but we never actually went." She stifled a yawn, looking down at the girl's skateboard. "Nice board, maple deck?"
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Post by Cal Libitina on Aug 22, 2010 11:24:22 GMT -8
No answer on where the cafeteria was but she did remember the places she had seen when she was driving around looking for Tari's birthday gift and had eventually given up. She reached into her top and felt around her bra, Money and keys? Check. "Alright cool, thank you." Cal pulled out the keys and made sure the money stayed in, "Ah, yeah, s'reinforced by an Aramid fiber panel. You skate?"
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Post by Carson Andres on Aug 22, 2010 11:35:10 GMT -8
"Yupp, since I was six..." She trailed off. "Oh... you asked where the cafeteria is, sorry, I'm exhausted today for some reason... it's in the Recreational Building, right over there..." Carson pointed to it. "They have a different main course each day, but they always have pizza as an alternative and they usually have left-overs. The pizza's ok, but it's not great. I haven't tried the local pizza place yet though, so I can only compare it to Papa Gino's and I don't know where the closest one of those are..."
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Post by Cal Libitina on Aug 22, 2010 11:38:41 GMT -8
"Ah, well," Cal looked over to the caf and wrinkled her nose, If it's not that great, I'd rather go eat on Mission then, "That's all cool then. I'll just go to that diner or whatever. Hey - do you wanna tag along? You look like you could use a good cup of coffee and some food." She now had her board under her arm again and jingled her keys to suggest she'd drive them both down there; she hadn't gotten her name yet but she liked her style and she was nice enough to direct her, all good in her book.
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Post by Carson Andres on Aug 22, 2010 11:43:31 GMT -8
"Ah, what the hell, I guess I am a bit hungry..." Carson replied. "Sure." She held out her hand. "Name's Carson Andres, Pyromancer." She cast the girl a weary smile.
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Post by Cal Libitina on Aug 22, 2010 11:47:24 GMT -8
Cal clasped her hand and shook it firmly then pulled it away at an appropriate time, "Cal Libitina s'the name, Necromancer." She grinned and came to Car's side, putting her hand on the small of her back to lead her to the parking lot to her pickup truck, "Your chariot, dear Car, is this way."
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