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 Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 10:17 pm
"I willed it to move. I wanted to pick it up... so I did. With my ******** mind."
He wasn't sure how else he could explain it. There certainly wasn't any nonsensical way of putting it.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 10:51 am
"You jus' ********' believed in yerself?" she said skeptically.
She sighed looking back at her open palms. "What did I do ... You said thanks and I was thinkin' s'no problem 'cause we're friends." She closed her eyes and thought about it being no problem and friendship really hard.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 10:54 am
"You shot me. That is what you ******** did," Shun stated flatly. It wasn't all that helpful.
"...Also we are not friends."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 10:56 am
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 10:57 am
Shun huffed and wandered off to put the bloody towel away.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 11:01 am
Chel blinked her eyes open as he motion to leave and she let him sidestep her; no energy bullet of death appeared to put Shun out of his misery unfortunately. She stood there a few more seconds to try to remember what she'd done, even recreated the finger gun motion with no response.
It was only a couple of moments later that she remembered she had snapped when she'd done it. "Ah-" She added the motion in and once again a tiny bullet of energy erupted from her fingers, slapped the mirror and ricocheted into a nearby wall. No damage done, thankfully.
"Shun I got it!" she called down the hallway.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 11:07 am
After tossing the towel in with his dirty clothes for the time being, Shun returned to the hallway where Chel was figuring out her newfound ability.
"yeah?" he replied, not sounding particularly thrilled or interested.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 11:18 am
"Papow," and she snapped her fingers and pointed them, sending a little energy nugget in his general direction at the wall.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 11:20 am
Shun still moved to the side a bit as he saw the tiny burst of energy fly at the wall nearby. He stared at the spot where it had struck. Thankfully there were no scorch marks or anything like that. Then, he slowly turned to stare at her.
"Great. You can shoot... whatever that is now."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 11:39 am
"Oh no." Chel made a motion like she was holstering her imaginary guns. "Nope. Now that I know how to do it m'not doin' it ever ********' again."
Magic was not on the menu. Ever again.
She began walking back towards the kitchen area, intent on finishing up and cleaning the bowl she'd left there.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 11:55 am
At that, Shun just let out a grunt. This was good. An ability like that could get really annoying really quick. The last thing he wanted was for Chel to be constantly pinging him with energy darts.
He made his way back to the kitchen as well, checking on how much soup remained in the pot.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 12:14 pm
The soup would have been about half full. Chel always made too much because she remembered a time of not having any.
"I can leave the recipe f'you wanna make more," she told him. She looked at her bowl and in truth she wanted a second helping because she was still hungry (hadn't eaten much that morning; no appetite after yesterday) but she also didn't want to overstay her welcome in Shun's apartment. She was already beginning to feel the creeping aura of go away now.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 12:20 pm
"Written recipes do not do me much good," he stated while giving her a sidewards glance. She should know that much at this point. After checking on the soup, Shun put the lid back on the pot. It was too warm to toss into the fridge just yet.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 12:22 pm
"I wasn't gonna write it," she had intended to text it or get Chris to do so. He should know that much at this point. "I can't write neither."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 12:25 pm
"Yes. Sure. Whatever," Shun stated dismissively. It might have looked like he was glancing about in order to find something to keep himself busy.
"Was there anything else you wanted from me? Soup is done."
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