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 Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 10:51 am
Ian flinched away instinctively when he felt her touch him, but was thankful, if perplexed, that it was an open hand instead of a fist or the damned stick. The sudden tiredness filled him with anxiety all over again, but the boy resolved for the moment not to move, just in case. Maybe she would kill him, but then, maybe she wouldn't? Having his energy drained did wonders to lessen the panic at least.
He would be considerably relieved when he woke up again later, to discover that he was not dead. But then the pain from his shoulder and the other brusies might make him wish he was.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:40 am
Painite gathered the glowing ball of energy from her target and smiled contentedly at it. She liked to take a look at the little orbs when she could, if she wasn't in a hurry, because there was always something different about them. Like snowflakes, maybe, only instead of just appearance or size it was also in the way it moved, or the light it gave off.
She didn't take long, though, standing up and looking down at the young man for a moment before shaking her head and moving to the nearest building. She climbed up, and away, leaping off for her next caper.
Or rather, to go home and relax.
it had been a quiet victory, as many encounters dedicated to gathering energy often were, but it had also been fun and useful to her persona; training. She was feeling better with her weapon already, and loved how natural it could feel after she got over her own mental block of 'this is not Mr. Saddles'. It was, in its way, still the same. How she could have a close bond to a weapon she didn't know how to explain, but it was there, and she was thankful for it.
And eager to show her skills, everything she was constantly learning, off in a grand, awesome way. But for now, she would drop off the energy and then take a super villainous nap.
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