words and weapons - issie

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[attr="class","flip-container"] [attr="class","flipper"] [attr="class","front"] [attr="class","back"] The weather outside had just gotten to that uncomfortable part of Spring where it wasn't cold enough to snow, but the torrential rainfall felt like ice as it pattered against Braxton's skin. Glaring at nothing but his discomfort, Braxton ducked into the Training Center and shook his head, successfully sending drops of icy cold rain water in all directions. Well, now what? He thought to himself, annoyed that he felt trapped in this stupid building. Shrugged, he noticed an open training room and decided it couldn't hurt to throw some swords around or something. Leaving the door open, Braxton looked at his own reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror that covered two walls opposite the door. He stuck his hand into the air and made a fist, yanking down hard. By the time his hand reached his leg, his fist was gripping the hilt of a Great Sword. Specifically, a great sword he had seen in one of those Lord of the Rings movies. Swinging it back and forth gracefully, Braxton dropping the sword and watched it disappear just before it hit the ground.

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    An open door is an invitation, a portal to discovery, and an excellent place to snoop from. It was cold and raining, the horrible one-two punch of springtime, and as such going outside was a big no-no. Issie had taken a trip to the training rooms to scout out the facilities, assess their usefulness and waste as much time as possible. The rooms themselves were pretty impressive; large and spacious, with big mirrors, blackout curtains, thick walls and soundproofing up the wazoo. Now all that was needed was the motivation to train.


    Having given the rooms a once-over, her original intention had been to just turn right back around and go find something to eat. Of course, she hadn't counted on the rain. Like a thief in the night it had snuck into the area while she'd been occupied, and the only way back to the dorms was now through the wet and the cold. Dressed as she was, in a scuffed up pair of jeans and a shirt for some pirate metal band she'd never listened to, Isabel was in no shape to trek through the rain. And so she'd done the only thing she could think to do: amuse herself by sticking her nose in wherever she felt like.


    What she saw inside was simultaneously awesome and vaguely insulting to her nerd senses. The guy inside was almost inconveniently tall, pretty handsome, and doing his best impression of Aragorn. He wasn't half bad, either.. at least until he dropped the weapon he was holding. The blade was what had caught Issie's attention the most, and seeing it disintegrate into nothing as another punch in the nerd feels. This she couldn't stand for. Shaking her head, the lanky girl made her presence known, speaking up and moving to stand openly in the doorway, bordered by the thick doorframe.. it would probably make a decent shot if he had the camera and not her.
"Did you seriously just throw the flame of the west?" Shaking her head, she stepped into the space, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "That's what you get for only using one hand. On a side note though, that was a pretty sweet representation. Can you make anything you want?" Her interest piqued, the girl stepped further into the room, arms folded, head tilted up to the taller guy.

 

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[attr="class","flip-container"] [attr="class","flipper"] [attr="class","front"] [attr="class","back"] Anyone else, after being rudely interrupted by an uninvited intruder, may have jumped. Braxton just turned his head and raised his eye brows. So she was at least nerdy enough to know what he had conjured, and to be offended that he threw it across the room and made it disappear. As if poking her head into the room wasn't enough, she started questioning his power. Not that it wasn't awesome, "No." He said shortly, looking back at the mirror and raising his hand inthe air again, this time pulling Legolas' bow out of nothing, "Just weapons." He offered it to her, knowing that when she got outside of his five foot radius, the bow would disappear from her hands.

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    Like a child at christmas, Issie's eyes lit up as the bow was presented to her. She took it delicately, holding it as though it were an antique and looking it over. "'Just weapons', he says. Dude, this is awesome. The detail is even all here." Starting to draw back the string, Issie turned, pointing the implement away from its creator. Even if it didn't have an arrow to it, it still wasn't polite to aim a weapon at someone.

    To her dismay, the bow disappeared before she could even pull it back all the way, fading from her hands as she turned away. A pout appeared on her face, and was directed back up at this weapon conjuring trickster. "That was a cruel trick. I hope you feel ashamed." Her voice was semi-serious, but with just enough humour in it to show that she wasn't entirely heartbroken. "I'll make sure to snatch the next gift you're given from under your nose, make us even." The pout became a smirk, her arms crossing in front of herself once more.

 

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[attr="class","flip-container"] [attr="class","flipper"] [attr="class","front"] [attr="class","back"] Braxton looked at her like her was wondering why she thought he would care about her threat, "It's not my fault you didn't ask the particulars of my power." He said in a flat, bored voice, pulling the Great Sword from Game of Thrones out of nothing and catching it with his second hand so that he wouldn't drop the heavy Valerian steel. He hoisted the weapon and tossed it toward the mirror as hard as he could. Just before it hit the mirror it poof out of existence, "They can't leave about a five foot radius or they disappear." He pointed, rolling his eyes, "It sucks."

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    Her eyes ran up and down his form, looking him over as though trying to work him out, figure out if his lack of enthusiasm was genuine, or if he was just a naturally reserved person. While what he said was technically true, she could hardly be blamed for not immediately guessing the limitations of his ability. "So what, I'm supposed to give you the twenty questions about your ability before doing anything with it? That's the sort of information it's your job to divulge, dude." Her eyes were immediately drawn to the next blade he conjured, and she watched as it flew towards the reflective surface of the mirror, fading into nothing before it got there.

    Turning her attention back to the boy, she tilted her head to one side, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, that does suck in a way, no big ol' spears or anything like that, hm? Still, you have the ultimate cosplay tool, and an instant self defence option on demand, that's pretty high on the awesome scale." Strange that someone with such a cool ability should be so... well, cool about it. It wasn't that he was just laid back, he seemed outright disappointed, bored even. Perhaps he had just been here for long enough to grow jaded with the amazingness of this whole place, though that in itself was a fairly depressing thought. They day you cease to find conjuring swords out of thin air was truly a sad day indeed. "So.. you must be pretty practiced if you can copy designs so perfectly with ease." She offered a smile, trying to steer the conversation in something of a positive direction. 

BRAXTON THOMAS WYATT

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[attr="class","flip-container"] [attr="class","flipper"] [attr="class","front"] [attr="class","back"] Rolling his eyes, Braxton could almost hear his sister scolding him for thinking about how annoying this girl was turning out to be. Octavia was always the more patient of the Wyatt siblings, "Jeez, learn how to take a joke." He mumbled, pulling another weapon out of no where. This time it was a fully automatic rocket launcher. He laughed to himself and fired the rocket, watch the explosive disappear, leaving only the heat from the flames int he room as a reminder that it had happened at all. He dropped the large barrel and it poofed, just like everything else did, out of existence. Dang, this girl sure talked a ton. He let out a heavy sigh, trying to not be annoyed. Apparently he had a short temper, according to pretty much anyone who was brave enough to confront him about the things they didn't like. He looked at her over his shoulder, pulling a knife he had seen on some crime show one time out of no where and flipping it in him hands, "Yeah, I guess." He said in a flat, bored kind of voice, "I think the best part is knowing. I don't have to really practice with the weapons because part of my power is that I already know how to control them." He looked her up and down before finishing, "So what's your deal?"

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    This guy was so dry, you definitely wouldn't want to have him around in a desert. For someone who relied on deadpan delivery, he didn't seem all that good at picking up on the cues she was giving him that told him she wasn't truly annoyed. She scoffed, giving him a more obvious sign in the shape of a little smirk. "Psh, implying I'm even mad. I can take and make all the best jokes, the problem must be you." She took a little step back at the sight of the high explosive weaponry, still acting casual, but making sure she was outside of the five foot sphere of danger. She wasn't quite sure what to make of his laugh. Usually you wouldn't consider someone chuckling away while launching rockets all that stable.

    From military grade explosives to deadly small arms, this guy easily slid from one dangerous implement to the next. Flicking the blade like it was nothing, he divulged another little fact about his power, causing issie to raise an eyebrow. "Oh, I see. Well someone's a bit hard to please, Mr. 'I can make any weapon and instantly know how to use it but my power still sucks'. I bet you'd turn down a gold plated toilet if it wasn't twenty-four carat." Of course, Issie wasn't sure what she'd do with a gold plated toilet either, but can you imagine the resale value on something like that. The novelty alone would draw in all the buyers.



    He gave her a look, one of those sizing-up looks you give to someone when you're trying to figure them out. He was about as subtle about it as she was, maybe a little more so if only because he didn't have to look up to see her face. "My deal? Well, I don't get in until the count is good, if that's what you mean." Still smiling, she left a moment of dead air between sentences. "Seriously, though, there are like fifty answers to that question. Are you wondering about my power, or about why I'm here bugging you? Maybe you wanna know where I developed my winning personality, or maybe you were in fact talking about blackjack." She shrugged, sighing dramatically. "It's a mystery, such a shame."

BRAXTON THOMAS WYATT

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Annoying. This girl was so annoying. Frowning, Braxton looked at her, "And what the hell would I do with a gold plated toilet?" He asked, rolling his eyes, "That's kinda dumb."

There was a loud rumble in his stomach and he let out a heavy sigh, "Are you kidding me? I'm guessing you purposefully talk in riddles cause no one would be so annoying on accident." He said rudely, yanking a switchblade out of no where and letting it flip out.

(SORRY FOR THE WAIT. LIFE GOT WEIRD THERE FOR A MINUTE)