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 Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:33 pm
:::She puts her hands on her hips:::
You've watched me walk into the path an automobile moving at 34 miles per hour, what makes you think you're going to do any damage throwing a bottle of wine across the room at me?
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:36 pm
*The lady's got a point. He still doesn't like it, but ... if they're going to train, they may as well do it right.* All right, Slim. Just ... be careful. I'm not nearly as good at being a doctor as you are.
*Luke backs up a little. He gently leans back and tosses the wine underhand towards Cora. Luke's got a good eye, but he intentionally throws it to the far right of her.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:37 pm
:::Cora doesn't flinch a muscle. The bottle comes to a stop a foot from her right shoulder:::
Aim for me with the next one.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:40 pm
*Luke's glad to see that she stopped it. He lifts the next bottle. She seemed to have plenty of control over the first one, so...*
*Luke throws the bottle the same way, right for her, with the same amount of force.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:41 pm
:::still not a flinch, it stops a few inches short of her:::
Much better. Keep them coming. Just keep throwing them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:44 pm
*Luke frowns. She's holding two up - frozen in the air - and she wants more? Luke takes a good look at the floating wine bottles. They aren't going anywhere, and he remembers how Cora lifted up the pool table in the rec room.*
Okay. Here it comes. *Luke tosses another wine bottle towards her, then another.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:46 pm
:::Cora doesn't move. She stops one, and then stops the other inches before it would have collided and smashed into the one right of her shoulder:::
Good, throw them where ever you want now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:53 pm
*Luke did as asked. He threw one towards the ceiling. Then, he watched the bottle slow and stop dead in the air. Luke looked to Cora .. and at all the hanging wine bottles in awe. He realizes that he's not throwing them gently into the air any more. And that hasn't stopped her... or any of the wine bottles. He's proud of her, and he's invigorated by it. If she could learn to do this... He could learn more with his power, too. Then that son of a b***h was gonna wish he'd never touched this place.*
*There are four more wine bottles on the bar. Keeping a close eye on Cora, Luke throws three in random different directions.*
*Luke's holding the last wine bottle.* How you feelin', Slim? Let me know. I don't feel like carrying you out of here.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:54 pm
:::Cora picks up the bottle next to her shoulder and throws it at Luke. It stops just a few feet away:::
I'm sorry, what?
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:57 pm
*Luke flinches, then smirks as the wine bottle freezes in front of him. She made her point. He leans backwards to look upside down and throws the last bottle of wine behind him.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:58 pm
:::She stops that one too. No trouble:::
:::Afterwards she leaves her spot to join Luke back at the bar. 10 bottles just floating in random spots:::
Alright. I'm just going to leave them there while we work on you.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 1:07 pm
*Luke turns, watching the last wine bottle he chucked stop in place. Then, he turns back to face Cora. The bottles all hung above the floor, unflinching. As solid as the walls and the floorboards. Luke just stares for the longest moment, taking it all in.*
*To say he was impressed would have been the understatement of the year.... he was floored. It was unlike anything he'd seen before, and ... It was going to help them. He begins to understand what Tavin means about their powers.*
*When Cora tells him that it's time to work on HIS power, Luke still hasn't taken his eyes away from the wine bottles held in suspended animation.*
*distracted* Yeah. Yeah.... Don't hurt yourself, Slim....
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 1:12 pm
:::She smiles and shakes her head, clasping him on the shoulder:::
Sure, when I break a sweat, I'll let you know.
:::Cora grabs up a beer bottle from behind the bar and uncaps it:::
I live here. There aren't too many options, and practing my ability is one of them. Anway, it's your turn.
:::She holds up the beer cap and lets it float about 3 feet above the bar:::
I'm going to let it drop, but I will not alert you when. Try to stop it before it hits the bar.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 1:15 pm
*Luke's only half-listening. He's still looking at all the beer bottles, hanging in the air. They're really not moving. It's been a good five minutes all together hasn't it? And she wasn't tired. She didn't even have to focus to get them to stay there....*
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 1:17 pm
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