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Hearing voices is a power?

WHO: Primrose Everdeen and you!
WHERE: All about the city
WHEN: Today! (the 27th)
WARNINGS: Inquisitive girl is inquisitive?
SUMMARY: Prim explores this odd "City," and learns the first of her powers (communicating with animals.)
FORMAT: Paragraphs to start, but if you wish to switch I don't mind. :)

Prim had learned a lot about the city, talking to others; she knew that people had powers. That in some places this City was called New York; and that City wasn't just another word for "district" - and it wasn't the capitol either. She'd learned that you couldn't take anything with you when you ported - and that Haymitch couldn't be trusted not to leave her big sister alcohol... she'd even learned that people could come here from different times.

She hadn't learned very much about the city itself, though. Or her own powers. She thought she could fix the former with a walk through the city - and the latter...

She looked up in surprise when she heard the first voice creep into her mind - food. Then another, and another - warm, cold, wet, food, food..., feet... food... Images slamming rapidly into her mind. She leaned against a wall, trying to sort them, feeling them fade.

"What... what's..."

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Armaros had honestly been quite distressed lately, with everything going on and for once, he's not sure how to fix it. The humans he had spent time living with were peaceful, but here, there's so much chaos among them that it's left him feeling torn between loving the City and not liking it at all. Mostly, he just wished to be useful.

Despite everything though, being out and about to learn more about the time he's found himself in and the culture of the natives of the world is still interesting to him, which is why he was out on the streets today, looking around at everything, paying attention to everything from the cars rushing by to the people who seem to be walking around in their own little worlds most of the time.

It didn't take long for him to see someone who seemed to be in some sort of trouble though, and headed over to her, concern rather obvious on his face. Anyone else might've just walked on by, but not him. He did stop a short distance from her though and tilted his head, pulling his communicator up to type out a message for her;

Are you alright?

He really needed to find a more efficient way to communicate...

Could he not speak? Prim stared a moment at the communicator, wondering if he was an avox... Except that this wasn't the capitol; and she didn't think they did that here.

Either way, she flashed him a small smile; weak - but hopefully reassuring.

"I'm fine."

Well, she was right in assuming that he couldn't speak. Armaros had lost his voice when he Fell long ago and though he still sometimes wished that he had it, it was just one of those things he had come to accept. Even if having to pull up a communicator to write at people still was a somewhat annoying thing to have to do.

The smile did make him relax a little, though the concern still remained as she hadn't seemed so fine only a moment ago

Are you certain?

He tilted his head, and then typed out something else.

Perhaps you should sit down for a moment?

"...Maybe." she glanced at the wall, wondering if she shouldn't lean against it.

"I could... hear something." She could heal them still, fainter; and at last she identified at least one of them - a small bird playing in a nearby puddle. She could't see how it could be talking - and yet she could have sworn some of the words were emerging from it.

Leaning her head against the wall, she closed her eyes.

Armaros watched her, growing more concerned, despite the fact that she'd said she was fine. She certainly didn't look fine, leaning against the wall like that and even Armaros knew that wasn't normal human behavior. There was a lot of things to hear though, but from the way she phrased it, he assumed that it was something no one else could hear, which he also knew was never a good sign.

Something? Like what, if you do not mind me asking?

... Oh. Her eyes were closed now.

He supposed he'd just have to wait until she opened them again then, which was somewhat awkward. But he wasn't just going to leave.

She opened them again, a little embarrassed to realize he couldn't see. But she'd finally pinpointed the voices.

"Animals. I can hear them. I think it's my power..."

A very odd power, from what she can tell.

Armaros smiled, when the girl opened her eyes again, making things a lot less awkward for him. He could make sound enough to call attention to himself if necessary, but as it was a rather high-pitched and almost frightening sound, he preferred refraining from doing so unless really excited or if it was absolutely necessary at the moment.

When she mentioned hearing the animals though, both eyebrows went up in interest, because that sounded like a pretty amazing power to him.

That sounds like a great power to have been given!

A cheerful smile then, before he typed something else.

Though I suppose it would be distracting, until you learn to control it.

Pherson was at the edge of Central Park, very noticable in his long violet cloak and the fact he was feeding a polar bear big raw slabs of meat that some of his "friends" had procured for him. Feeding the bear was a constant, unavoidable problem, and while he needed muscle for his mission, his friend was stealing precious time and energy.

The idea of getting rid of the polar bear or of returning it to the zoo, however, was inconceivable.

So Pherson whispered softly to the bear while it very much appreciated it's meal -- though the heat not so much.

"There are a lot of them," she admitted, glancing about; and she couldn't seem to shut them out - though thankfully it seemed only those close to her were making any noise.

"I've always wanted to know what they were talking about, though." She loved taking care of them; people too.

ooc: Sorry for slowness - we just moved. DX

Prim moved forward, drawn by the unusually sized animal, as well as the pleasured rumbles she could hear from it. Though she was still having trouble turning her odd power off, she didn't much mind it. She liked animals; even if they didn't tend to have much to say...

"I've never seen one that big before."

ooc: Sorry for slowness; we just moved - everything has been hectic. >,>

The smile turned into a frown- or maybe pout- at that. He wished he could help in some way, if it was so much that she was finding it hard to focus on anything else. The thought of people being unhappy was one he wasn't particularly fond of and the idea, more often that not, in turn made him quite unhappy as well.

Sadly, it wasn't like he was the one who'd granted her these powers and thus had no idea how they could be controlled.

When she spoke again, it drew a sympathetic smile from him.

It is good that you have gained that ability here then; you no longer need to just wonder.

I do hope you find a way to learn to control it though.

[ooc: totally cool! don't worry about slowness at all!]

(( heh, that's okay. I just moved too so I totally know what you mean. Good luck! ))

Pherson was used to people being curious, and as long as they didn't harm his friends, he could be pleasant. He gives her a small, fake smile and looks at her questioningly.

"A polar bear?"

"What about you?" She asked, frowning faintly. She'd heard everyone had abilities - and she was rather curious about it.

Hopefully it was as pleasant as hers had been?

ooc: Thanks! Internet is back. :D

((Thanks! Back to college, so back to internet! :D ))

"An animal. It's a bear?" she moved closer, studying it, and addressing it directly. "Hello/"

(( AW YISS. ALSO as a side note, I finished the Hunger Games trilogy, so don't worry about spoiling me! C: ))

"A polar bear. They are supposed to live in the North, but humans take what isn't theirs."

Pherson keeps a hand on the bear as it sniffs the girl. Mildly curious but aware that this thing isn't for eating. Pherson has told it not to eat people, that would send hunters after them, as if they were the prey. It's rather uninterested in eating humans anyway.

((Hurrah! Horrified hurrah! D: :( The eeending....))

"Can you speak?" she asked, tilting her head; and glancing at Pherson; it was an odd power, she suspected; talking to animals. She was still testing people's reactions to it.

Armaros didn't exactly know how to describe his powers. Though different from the ones he was used to from home, they were similar in so many ways as well, and he'd never had any need to give them names or explaining them to anyone before.

Pocketing his communicator then, he looked thoughtful, before holding a hand up in a 'wait a moment' sort of way.

Glancing around then, he spotted a puddle and pointed to it to bring her attention to the water, before it began creeping toward them, drops being pulled off of the ground until it was in his hands, forming a perfect little bubble that he then began forming into various shapes. It was only one out of several powers, but it was the easiest one to show off at least.

((YEAH it was pretty :( ALSO OOPS I THOUGHT I TAGGED THIS ALREADY, SORRY))

The bear isn't sure how to respond to that, and looks to his friend, the man in the cloak. He loves the man in the cloak. The one with the pretty voice.

Pherson, on his part, frowns at the girl. "Are you talking to him?"

"That's wonderful." She smiled; at him, brightly. Encouragingly, she hoped. It really did look interesting.

ooc: /fails at catching up. >,>

"Shouldn't I?" she asked, frowning up at him. All the other animals had been talking of late...

He paused, considering his answer. "There's not many people who walk on two legs who bother to talk to animals."

Pherson didn't realize yet she meant it more literally - he saw it as a child being inquisitive and friendly.

"That's because most people don't notice them." Even before she talked to animals, she liked to heal them.

Armaros nodded, before focusing and then the water in his hands shaped a small bird before ice started creeping in over it until it was frozen solid and he caught it before it could fall and shatter.

He leaned down then, to put the tiny ice sculpture on the ground before pulling his communicator out once more to type something.

I am quite fond of this power myself! It is a good power to have!!

And he really did look happy and excited about it too. It's... Somewhat different, from his powers back home, but he really did like them a lot. He always had been fond of water.

It's very pretty. [She gives him a bright smile at that; she's fond of animals, as he might have imagined.]

Thank you! I think the power to communicate with animals is a wonderful one as well!

Armaros smiled happily then, just as bright as hers had been.

But returning his focus to why he had originally stopped up then, he tilted his head. Despite the distraction of talking, he does still remember that she seemed to be in need of help at first.

Will you be alright now, by the way? You are no longer troubled by their voices?

It's fine now. [She gives him a small smile.] I'm getting used to them.

Another smile then. Despite having only met the girl, Armaros was quite pleased to hear she was feeling better. As one who had fallen in love with humanity as a whole, he's heavily invested in each and every one he talks to- Be they imPort or native, really.

I am glad. It seemed very uncomfortable for you at first.

Rapunzel was taking her time today, heading vaguely in the direction of a craft store she had found recently. But she wasn't working today, so she was taking a route she hadn't before, a little smile on her face. She normally brought Pascal along, but she'd left the little chameleon at home for the afternoon after he had fallen asleep on her.

She was trying out some of her 'modern' clothes, too, dressed in a purple skirt and a light blue blouse, her blonde hair hanging down to her knees, drifting along as he bare feet carried her down the street. She was never going to get used to shoes, but she was warming up to the rest of the clothes, at least.

She offered a pleasant smile to anyone who happened to look her way, her gaze flicking about, which was why she happened to notice the girl leaning against the wall as though something was wrong. She had learned early she couldn't ask everyone if they were okay...there were a lot of people who were not okay because they did not want to be and she couldn't do anything to help them...but the young girl didn't look the type. So after a moment she adjusted her course to bring her to a stop in front of Prim, her head tilted to the side, concern obvious on her face.

"...Are you alright?"

"...I'm fine." She managed a faint - very faint - smile for the blonde, playing with her hair a little.

"I was..."

Rapunzel was not particularly convinced by that, and her green eyes narrowed slightly in worry.

"You don't...are you certain? What were you doing?"

"Talking." She bit her lip faintly. "I... found a new ability." That was normal, wasn't it?

[She flashes him a smile.] I'm learning; a little I think. They're quieter already.

"Oh! ...Are you an import then? What did you discover?" She couldn't help but be curious.

Armaros seemed relieved to hear that. It would've been quite troublesome, if she hadn't managed to control it after all. There's a lot of animals in the City and he doubts hearing all of them all of the time is something that would've been good for a human.

I am sure you will get the hang of it completely soon enough.

He smiled, encouragingly. I suppose I should leave you to yourself then, if you are sure you are okay?

She flashed Rapunzel a small smile. "I can talk to animals..."

"Are you sure? I don't mind..." She doesn't have much company; more is always welcome.

I do not mind staying with you a while longer if you wish for me to.

He smiled a bit at that. Armaros had never been a solitary creature, preferring being in the company of others and that has not changed, even if circumstances have. Besides, it's nice getting to know other imPorts outside of the communicators.

"I'd like that." She gave him a small smile back; she didn't much like bveing alone either. Particularly not in a big city.

"Oh!" Rapunzel smiled. "That must be fascinating. I had a friend here once, she could do that too. She said they were always very entertaining."

Really? [She frowns.]

They have a lot to say...

She said that too! I wish I could understand them. I mean, besides Pascal, he talks too much as it is.

Really? You can understand?

Well, no. Just Pascal. I know what he's saying not...all animals.

What's he say?

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