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towerofanimus2012-12-02 08:54 pm
Wave 1 (OPEN)
Setting: Dormitory Hallway, Floor 10
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you!
Summary: This stupid collar is really stressing poor Tahno out. Luckily, all of the bendable water in the aquarium is pretty relaxing.
Warnings: None to start, but he might be a bit of a jerk to you (or hit on you), depending on who you are and what you do. Possible swearing, too.
This stupid collar on his neck was driving him crazy. He’d barely been awake for twenty minutes, and he already hated this place. What kind of place put collars on their residents? He had every intention of going to the bathroom to get a better look at it, but he only got halfway there before he felt the liquid flowing through the collar.
Well, he could walk all the way to the bathroom just to stare at it, or he could just stop here and bend the thing off.
At least, that was the plan. The liquid inside was bendable alright, but it didn’t help him. He’d spent the last few minutes trying to yank the liquid hard enough to burst through the collar, but it just wouldn’t.
Now, he was leaning back against the wall, both hands hovering inches in front of his neck as he tried desperately to damage the collar from within. His face was red, and his hands were practically white from the strain.
Man, he must’ve looked like an idiot to any passersby.
(Floor 10)
After all of that effort on a stupid collar got him absolutely nowhere, he was feeling a bit frustrated. Maybe even a bit inadequate, seeing as his bending couldn’t break such a simple little thing. He had set off exploring just to take his mind off it. He had taken the elevator down to the first floor, and then gone up. Most of the floors didn’t really appeal to him.
That was, until he found the tenth floor.
All that water was beautiful.
…The fish were nice too, but he really didn’t care about those.
It had only taken him ten seconds to discover that, despite being held in place by some weird mystical force, the water could still be bent. He’d just have to put it back in the weird no-glass tanks when he was done.
A few minutes later, and he was dancing with the water like he did at home. He could hear the roar of the crowd, feel the lights that covered the stadium, taste the enemy attacks flying by him, and oh it felt good.
The only problem was that he was showing a blatant disregard for the poor fish in the water. And maybe even himself, should anything dangerous find its way into his flying river or water balls.
Re: Floor 10
"I've spent my whole life on it. I've learned it in a lot of places. I wouldn't call it a magic trick."
They were brief answers, but then again, it was a stupid question.
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Really he couldn't think of any practicality on it. Why not learn some real skills instead of a one trick pony.
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That was a rather sensitive subject. He didn't take much offence to it at the moment, but was painfully aware that there wasn't much else he was good at.
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"Byakuya Togami, perhaps you've heard of the many companies I started by myself?"
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"Never heard of you," he said bluntly. "But you're one of those rich-kid types, huh?"
He was never too fond of those kinds of people. Usually the rich kids were the ones surviving off daddy's money, doing no work themselves. But, if he was telling the truth, he made all the money himself. That wasn't as bad.
"What kind of businesses did you start?"
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A bank, a car dealership chain, a winery, a few second hand antiques stores just to name a few." He prattlers off the names. "I plan to rebuild my estate once this nonsense here is over with."
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He wondered for a minute if the ability to start a business was more complicated than the skill required to waterbend. He doubted it.
"Still, kid, I'd love to see you try waterbending. Or any bending at all, for that matter. I don't think you understand how powerful it is."
Maybe the kid wasn't a bender. Maybe that's why he looked down on bending. Tahno knew enough non-benders that thought of the skill as a joke.
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He was interested for now that is. Even with his years of studying different subjects, this was something new to him.
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"It's... something your born with, to start," he said slowly. "You can't do it if you're not born with it. But, perfecting it... the water flows with your energy. Mastering that means mastering waterbending, I guess."
Man, that sounded kinda lame. Still, that was the best he could do for now.
"It's hard to explain," he finished.
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It couldn't be just magic. That was too far beyond the realm of possibility for him to comprehend.
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He wondered why on earth someone would assume he was using something as cheap as an optical illusion.
"Illusion? Of course not; that'd be a disgrace," he huffed. "All this is pure talent and practice. It's as real as it gets. Do you need proof?"
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"Show me your proof." He needed to hear this. And wear a more snide expression when he's proved right.
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Without another word, he flung a sizable bubble of water at Togami. Drenching him with the stuff would be proof enough, right?
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"Why- you- do you know how much these clothes cost? Or even just to dry clean?" More then that guy's monthly salary probably.
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"Relax," he said, successfully resisting the urge to laugh. He pulled all the water out of the clothes with minimal effort, and then threw it all back in the tank. "Was that proof enough?"
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"Just one question... How did you pull the water out from my damp clothes?"
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