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[wisecracked]

WHO: Kenzi and YOU
WHERE: Some abandoned warehouse
WHEN: 8/10 - Sometime after noon
WARNINGS: Uh language?
SUMMARY: Kenzi is practicing with her abilities, feel free to bug her?
FORMAT: Para to start but whatever works for you is fine.

Some abandoned warehouse in the city. At least Kenzi assumed it was abandoned. It was in area that seemed rather devoid of every day life. Typical gang territory but she hadn't even seen anyone that looked like gang members around. So she assumed it was a safe enough place to practice. At least here she didn't risk bringing the whole MAC down. Not that she was even sure she could but you never know.

The interior of the warehouse was fairly empty. There were still a few abandoned crates scattered about and a few pieces of furniture obviously brought in by someone else at a later point. But all in all it was empty and spacious. Perfect.

Since Kenzi had figured out her trigger and how to keep that momentum going she'd been practicing nearly none stop. The only times she wasn't practicing was when she was conning tourist out of their money, sleeping, eating, or drinking herself stupid. She'd taken to attempting to use her powers to write. After about a dozen times of the pen flying away from her and sticking into the wall of her room she'd decided it might be best to seek a new place to practice even that.

So that's what she was doing. She sat in the middle of the of the flood with a large box of pens and a pad of paper. Her goal was to at least write her name before she left but so far she couldn't even get the pen to the paper. Every time she tried it went flying off into the air, occasionally a pen would hit a wall with a loud pinging noise.

After about a dozen failed attempts Kenzi flopped back onto the dusty floor with a yell of frustration.

"This is so not going as planned."

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[paints_lanterns]

Sitting nearby on a couch cushion she had dragged off the couch and onto the floor, rapunzel was in a purple skirt and a pink blouse, her hair in a short brown pixie-cut to keep it out of the dirt. She winced as the pen pinged off the wall nearby, and then smiled apologetically at Kenzi.

She'd tagged along for moral support, but she really had no idea what to do to actually help.

"Maybe you need to...do something else while you're doing this?" She suggested after a moment.

[wisecracked]

Kenzi rolled onto her side to stare at Rapunzel, not minding the fact she was getting her clothes all dirty.

"Something else? Like what? I can't even get the pen to the paper it just shoots off!" She jerked her arm skyward and made a 'pachooo' noise to accompany the action.

She groaned and sat up, running her hand through her hair, which was down for a change. "Sorry. It's just frustrating."

[paints_lanterns]

The blonde can't help but grin at that little sound effect, and it's really easy to picture the pen shooting off to it. She taps her finger against her chin as she thinks, though.

"Well, I have to sing to make my hair glow. Otherwise it's just...hair."

[wisecracked]

Kenzi opened her mouth then closed it again. After a few moments she shook her head. "Noooo...no singing is going to happen her."

She chewed on her upper lip in thought before looking back at the box of pens. "Maybe if I imagine my hand holding the pen? Or maybe if make the motion with my hand? I know I've seen that work in comics so..." She shrugged, it was worth a try at least.

[paints_lanterns]

"Well it doesn't have to be singing. That's just what I need to do. It could be something else for you.

Rapunzel leans her elbows on her knees and rests her chin on her hand, watching with a shrug. "Maybe. But if you have to make the motion, isn't that the same as just doing it by hand?"

[wisecracked]

The dark-haired woman shrugged. "Not really? I mean it's not like the pen is actually in my hand I'm just imagining it is? I don't know. I should ask Julian how he manages to do the small things."

Kenzi resituated herself and focused once again on the box. This time she took a deep breath and pictured her hand holding the pen. She pictured moving it to the paper and writing.

It seemed to work, at least as far as getting the pen a few inches away from the paper. But then it was like the pen had a mind of it's own and shot off toward far wall.

Frustrated Kenzi flopped back again, this time sending the whole box and pad of paper flying. "I think I'd have a better chance figuring out how to make myself fly than to do this!"

[paints_lanterns]

Rapunzel watched hopefully as Kenzi seemed to almost get it to work...there was something fascinating about seeing people use their powers. Especially showy powers like this. And then she winced as the pen shot off again. Hmm.

"You can't give up!" She shook her head, hoping up to walk over and scoop the pen back up and bring it back. "What about something bigger?"

[wisecracked]

"Bigger things aren't really a problem. Well...moving them isn't a problem." She frowned and rubbed her face.

After a moment she stood up and moved over to one of the stacks of crates. She focused on them and after a few moments of shaking a few of the top most crates rose into the air. There they wobbled a bit before Kenzi dropped them again. "Okay...that's kind of headache inducing."

sorry this is late!

[hellionated]

Julian was leaning against the far wall, where he'd hoped he would be enough out of the way to give Kenzi the space to work. It turned out she was struggling with a smaller area, though he was wary of getting too close in case his face got impaled by a flying pen.

Now he came closer. His metal hands had been folded at his chest; now they came to float by his sides.

"That kind of fine control took me a hell of a lot longer than a couple of weeks," he told her. "If I were you, I'd start bigger. Control's easier when it ain't delicate."

pfffft never late!

[wisecracked]

Kenzi scowled at him. "But the big stuff isn't that much of a big deal. I can move it and it moves." Maybe not always where she wanted it to move but it did. It was also more of a strain on her this early on.

"Okay, so maybe writing is a bit of a huge goal so soon but I can't even get the pen to the paper. It just shoots off like it's a rocket!" She couldn't keep her gaze from drifting to her metal hands when she spoke to him.

[hellionated]

Normally, he'd keep those hands in his pockets. He hated anyone staring at them. This was different, because he moved them with his powers and the fine control involved in that was massive. Mostly he wanted her to see it was possible. Besides, maybe he was getting more used to it here. He came over and dropped down beside her, keeping a wary eye on her pens just in case.

"It ain't so bad. You're the first person I'll call if I'm ever running a telekinetic darts tournament." He pointed at the paper. "Maybe you're trying too hard. I used to screw up fine control all the damned time. If it was smaller than a refrigerator, my powers just couldn't deal. Give it time, you'll get there. Just don't put pressure on yourself."

[wisecracked]

Kenzi managed to tear her gaze away from his hands and turned to give the box of pens a baleful glare. She was pretty good at reading people so she knew he wasn't completely comfortable with the staring. Then again who would be? And as much as the question of how burned in her mind she wasn't going to ask.

"Har har. Although I did manage to make an interesting design in my wall with the pens. Real modern art." She propped her chin up on her palm and looked at the pad of paper. "Is it possible for someone to just not be capable of such fine control? That all they're capable of is brute force? Because lets face, I'm normally about as subtle as a cinder block to the face. Maybe my powers are meant to reflect that."

[hellionated]

A smile flickered on his face, very briefly. He remembered thinking that way, getting frustrated because the fine control he wanted just wasn't possible and there'd been no one to teach him.

Eventually he'd learned it on his own, mostly because he'd had to. His hands were the reason for that. He leaned back and shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe." It was possible. "But TK's in the mind, sweetheart. I don't want to kill you with the philosophical bullshit, but if you think you can't do something, there's no way you're gonna be able to. If you ask me, nothing's impossible. If you can believe that, then all you need is the training that helps you get it right.

But that ain't to say it won't take a while. It took years for me."

[wisecracked]

Kenzi covered her face and let out a groan as she fell back onto the floor. "I don't want it to take that long. Mainly because I don't want to be here that long."

She let out a long sigh and stretched her arms out over her head. "So...worst case it's a mental block that could take me next to forever to get over. Awesome."

[hellionated]

Julian watched her. He didn't feel like she did about the City. He liked this place better than home, even with the problems it had. Even though it felt so much closer to home than it used to. It still wasn't home, and it didn't have all the people from home. He wondered what it would be like to see being here as a bad thing and not a relief. Maybe most people saw it as a bad thing. He'd never thought of that before.

"Look, I don't know. Telekinesis is all about mind over matter, so it won't work if you don't think it's gonna. Why don't you just focus on what you can do, and worry about the rest later? You know you can throw those pens like darts. Try hitting for a target, get control that way."

[wisecracked]

It wasn't that she hated the City or that being in it was a bad thing, it just wasn't home. She knew no one here. And in the past not knowing people hadn't been a big problem. She always found ways to make things work for her. But she had finally found her place back home and suddenly she was ripped away from it all. Right when her friends needed her most. It didn't matter that time basically stood still back home. Or that she might have died back home anyway. It was still where she belonged.

But maybe, in time, the City would start to feel like home.

Kenzi frowned thoughtfully at his suggestion, "Hmm, like darts... Honestly I kind of suck at darts but if it helps it helps."

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible had taken to making use of such abandoned warehouses to his own uses, their particular large size and lack of traffic did give a dragon his size a chance to rest at his full size without being spotted from the air after all. Thus it was that he'd landed not far from the warehouse in question after an evening on wing.

The sharp occasional 'ping's' drew his attention however, drawn by his curiosity the one hundred and fourty foot long dragon made his way with surprising stealth, that is without knocking anything all too big over. Swinging his large head slowly around to one of the larger openings to the warehouse to peer within.

Just in time that is to take in the scene within before a certain small object plinked off the tough scales of his forehead, leaving him blinking somewhat as he looked to the object in question then to the human within, Kenzi if he recalled correctly from the network, "Do be careful where you are throwing things," he commented, announcing his presence, though his tone did carry a good hint of amusement rather than annoyance.

[wisecracked]

Kenzi couldn't remember the last time she'd moved so fast. In an instant she was on her feet, one hand reaching for her sword that wasn't there. Why the hell did she leave her sword at the MAC?

Eventually she figured out where the voice was coming from and could only stare in stunned silence.

After a few moments she rubbed her eyes and shook her head, just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. "I...was aware there was a dragon or two in the City but uh...wow."

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible watched her with some amusement as she shot up and appeared to reach for a weapon she did not have on hand. It would take a far more sizeable weapon than a sword to have a chance of harming he.

Taking that moment of stunned silence from the other to move fully around the warehouse and properly into view of the other, as much as the opening allowed in any case.

"There are a number of us in the city, indeed," He dipped his head in acknowledgement and greetings, "Although from what I gather we are not as common on other worlds as we are on Krynn,"

"Might I come in?" He asked more as a courtesy than anything as he began to move even after he'd done so, the warehouse was fortunately large enough to accommodate even one of his size with room to spare. "The locals seem to be quite..skittish around us, no matter the colour of our scales,"

[wisecracked]

Kenzi continued to watch him with wide eyes. A real life dragon! Oh man how cool is that?

She gave a quick nod. "Yeah, sure. Come in."

After a bit more staring she snatched up the box of pens and pad of paper of the floor before scurrying over to shove them into her pack. "That uh, makes sense. I mean, like you said, dragons aren't common to other worlds. Hell, I don't think you ever existed on most. Except in myths based on the old bones of dinosaurs." She settled on the couch so she wouldn't be underfoot if he decided to move about the interior of the warehouse.

"I'm not sure your kind even exist on my world. I mean, you might have at point."

Sorry for the delay!

[dragonlordbight]

"My thanks,"

Crucible cast his gaze about the warehouse as he entered, making his way within with surprising grace for his size. Setting himself off to one side of the warehouse before he turned his attention once more to Kenzi as she gathered the items she had apparently been working with.

"Indeed, such as would seem to be the case here, however it would not be the first time we have been considered but myth and legend," He comments thoughtfully as he dips his head, for so many worlds to be without dragons, worlds where dragons had been and passed, not the most pleasant of thoughts but ones he acknowledged, "Such as it would seem likewise for those others whom I have met thus far, barring those from my own world of course,"

"What do the tales of your world say of dragons?"

not a problem

[wisecracked]

Kenzi watched him move around, clearly surprised that something so big could move so effortlessly. She was also completely fascinated by him.

"It depends on the origin." she said with a shrug. "Like the old stories I grew up with told of dragons being cruel beings that would kidnap young maidens, usually princesses, and then some knight would have to come along and save her. Or they would terrorize villages until, once again, some knight came along and slayed the dragon. It was always that the dragon was considered evil and feared and had to be killed by some knight on horseback.

And they always had mountains of treasure! Did you have a lot of treasure back home?"

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible set himself down on the floor of the warehouse, half curled around to face Kenzi as he watched her as she spoke.

He listened with clear interest although some amusement grew on his features as she went on. Waiting until she'd finished before he spoke, "What would a dragon wish with a maiden, let alone princess? Even a chromatic would see little sense in such things, apart from perhaps ransoming for gold and obedience of a kingdom,"

"The chromatic dragons would fit the stories you say, although a single knight would not have much if any chance of dealing with such a dragon, nor have a horse that could resist dragonfear," He shook his head with a snort.

"Treasure is one thing both chromatic and metallic dragons share in common, although what makes up an individual dragons hoard varies from individual to individual," He gives a rumbling chuckle at that point, "I have a considerable hoard of my own, indeed, back home,"

[wind_dancer]

"What isn't?" Sofia walked into the warehouse, she had heard the yell of frustration. "Do you need any help?"

[wisecracked]

Kenzi quickly sat up at the sound of a voice. How did her abandoned warehouse become so popular all of a sudden?

"Uh...? Do I know you?"