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accidental video: (morning: day 69)
[It's obvious this is accidental video. The angle is sideways and shaky and the owner of said device isn't in view. Whoever it is, they're at the park and they're setting something up on a picnic table, one that's slightly a ways off from the others.
There's a brief view of Charlie, the girl clearly oblivious to the fact that it's recording, and then there is a view of a row of cans set up in a line. Some of them are dented, some look like they've been burned in spots.
Charlie moves away from the table, standing a couple yards away from the table. Her device shows part of the table, again at that awkward angle from before.
Nothing happens at first but then, there's a hissing sound and a bright flash of orange-yellow light. A small ball of fire (yes, fire) flies at the first can in a row, knocking it off the table. This happens over and over until all of the cans have been knocked away and then Charlie moves to set them up again.
It's when she bends to pick up the first can that Charlie notices the device is on. She sighs, rolling her eyes and her shoulders slump in mild defeat. She offers a half-smile, one that doesn't have a lick of amusement in it, before she turns the device off without saying a single word.]
[ooc: open to action, too! because charlie needs the stress in her life.]
There's a brief view of Charlie, the girl clearly oblivious to the fact that it's recording, and then there is a view of a row of cans set up in a line. Some of them are dented, some look like they've been burned in spots.
Charlie moves away from the table, standing a couple yards away from the table. Her device shows part of the table, again at that awkward angle from before.
Nothing happens at first but then, there's a hissing sound and a bright flash of orange-yellow light. A small ball of fire (yes, fire) flies at the first can in a row, knocking it off the table. This happens over and over until all of the cans have been knocked away and then Charlie moves to set them up again.
It's when she bends to pick up the first can that Charlie notices the device is on. She sighs, rolling her eyes and her shoulders slump in mild defeat. She offers a half-smile, one that doesn't have a lick of amusement in it, before she turns the device off without saying a single word.]
[ooc: open to action, too! because charlie needs the stress in her life.]
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[Hmm. She's considering her options and, really, maybe if people knew what she could do they'd be able to figure out how to get everyone out of here?]
Say please.
[She hasn't spotted him yet.]
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Please, my lady.
[He even manages an approximation of a polite smile.
And then the camera turns off as he spots her and quickly jogs over]
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Still...maybe she's wrong?]
Why are you so interested?
[Paranoia, for the win.]
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Though if she's wary, perhaps her power isn't as strong as the false ifriti he met when he first arrived. That's somewhat disappointing. He stops just out of swords reach and inclines his head]
Would you be upset if I said I find your powers interesting? No one on Gaia can do what you've just done.
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[She watches him some more, head still tilted.] So, no. That's not upsetting. It's reason to hesitate, though.
[One of many.]
Would you be satisfied with one demonstration? Because I need to get home.
[And just not be here, honestly.]
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[Of course, he doesn't want her to think he's using her as an entertainment]
If I had a power like yours I'd be proud to show it off, so that my capabilities are clear. You're not just some mediocre woman. You'll also be the first magic user I've witnessed who isn't threatening something disturbing with their powers.