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Post by morg on Dec 24, 2008 0:17:34 GMT -5
"You've never met my family," countered Morgan, grinning. As wide as the Cavan tree branched, it was perfectly reasonable to assume that squirrels had been involved at some point. Especially with people like Kiri getting adopted.
Morgan chuckled, "Splits hurt. And flipping messes up. But I get your drift."
Occasionally Morgan forgot that her stuff could look incredibly amazing. Just because real people could do it didn't mean that everyone had seen it before. Or that everyone knew someone who could do it. Unique.
"C'mon, answer the question. I mean, I keep picturing them looking like this," she scrunched up her face, held out both hands in fists and knelt slightly. This position was held for a few seconds, then Morgan returned to normal, grinning at Garion. "And if that's true, I really want to see two telekinetics go at it. It's got to be hilarious..."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 24, 2008 0:33:06 GMT -5
Garion's laughter redoubled. It was a while after he had composed himself enough to actually reply.
"I would imagine only if one was trying to resist the telekenetic hold on him by someone much more powerful. That or they're both trying to pick up a hou-" Garion was cut off by a jet of water to the face. His head snapped back to the two fighters.
[red] "You think we're funny punk? Huh? You think we fight like crap[/red]
[blue] "Have you ever seen someone half bloated like a sponge and half melted? Well, you're about to find out.[/blue]
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Post by morg on Dec 24, 2008 1:26:24 GMT -5
Resisting? Hmm, that made sense then. Morgan could see that then. They'd have to concentrate quite hard to make certain the other didn't get the upper hand.
The water blast caught Morgan by surprise, and she didn't have the reflexes to catch Garion. Instead, she whirled on the two kinetics, clenching her fists.
"Hey!" she yelled, taking a step forward. "Ever seen two d**ks get their a**es handed to them by a sixteen year old girl?"
Her eyes narrowed. She hated it when people picked on others, and wasn't about to stand for it, period.
Neither kinetic looked overly impressed with her. Clearly they'd never heard of Morgan before. It would take more than fireballs and water jets to deter her.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 24, 2008 1:56:34 GMT -5
Garion's eyes narrowed as a fireball flew toward Morgan's face. He reached out with his mind to try and grab the fireball.
His mind flared with agony at the contact with the fire, and his hold was broken. The fireball dropped harmlessly to the ground. Garion clutched his head for a few seconds until the pain stopped.
Anger replaced the pain, and Garion picked up a rock with his mind and threw it at the face of the pyrokenetic. With a cry of alarm, the Pyro attempted to dodge the rock, and it caught him in the stomach.
A gush of water erupted from beneath Garion's feet, and he toppled over.
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Post by morg on Dec 24, 2008 2:41:49 GMT -5
The fireball stopped?
Seriously, it wasn't like Morgan couldn't have dodged the thing! It was a huge flaming ball of death. You couldn't miss it. She'd already started to reflexively roll.
"Just--" she started, but didn't bother to finish. After all, the ball dropped anyway. Rolling her eyes, Morgan took a few steps forward.
The hydro had sent a pressured beam at Morgan, but she jumped out of the way, looking back to Garion. A jet of water had just upset him, but it didn't look particularly painful. As much as Morgan wanted to jump back and protect him, she couldn't do that and take care of idiots 1 and 2.
Suddenly, she had a brilliant idea. Stupid in its brilliancy. reaching down, she yanked off a shoe, rolling out of the way of another firey jet. Then she waited till the hydro was distracted, then flung the footwear at the guy's head.
Despite what Austin Powers might thing, getting hit in the head by a sneaker was not pleasant. Especially as hard as Morgan throws.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 24, 2008 3:14:03 GMT -5
The Hydro was not expecting a boot to the head and was knocked out. However, Garion wasn't looking at him for too long. The Pyro had gotten on to his feet, and the air around him was crackling with heat waves.
This guy aims to kill.
In a flash of quick thinking, he grabbed Morgan's abandoned shoe with his mind and slammed hit as hard as he could at the back of the Pyro's head. He sank to the ground, sinking into unconciousness.
Unfortunately, Garion lost control of his powers with that quick strike, and the shoe went flying towards him, missing him by an inch and hitting a tree behind him.
Garion, in a flash
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Post by morg on Dec 26, 2008 12:09:52 GMT -5
"Ha!" pronounced Morgan, putting her hands on her hips and smiling triumphantly. It was a good thing she had an affinity for stupid movies, else she would never have been able to pull that off. Even so, she was surprised it worked as well as it did.
And she was so bragging about this next chance she got.
Now, Garion.
Morgan turned, looking for her little friend. He'd apparently taken cover from a flying shoe, which didn't surprise Morgan anymore. The boy looked more or less alright, though probably drained from the impressive telekinetic maneuvering.
"Not bad, kid," she offered, grin widening. "Goes to show you don't have to be flashy to take someone out."
She looked around, wondering where her shoe had went, "Hey, could you help me find my shoe? Kinda want it if I'm going to be walking back anytime soon."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 26, 2008 23:26:31 GMT -5
Garion stood up and brushed the dirt off of him. He hated it when his power got out of control... the speed of the shoe had made him light-headed though, so he staggered a bit getting up.
"I believe your shoe that almost took my head off is somewhere back there.." He pointed vaugly to a tree somewhere. "I need to sit down for a second, if you don't mind."
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Post by morg on Dec 27, 2008 23:11:11 GMT -5
"Sit," ordered Morgan, pointing downward. She then flashed Garion a smile, and headed in the suggested direction, looking for her shoe. Only a few steps onto the Academy lawn and she knew her sock was ruined. Might as well just make the best of the situation.
"Impressive handling back there," she called over her shoulder. Where was that shoe? "I didn't think you had it in you."
She moved aside a bush, frowning. How far had Garion flung the stupid thing?
"Ah!" she exclaimed. "Found it!"
Morgan's tennis shoe was halfway embedded in a tree trunk. Chuckling, Morgan took hold of it with both hands and yanked. She almost fell from the sudden release, just managing to keep her balance. Leaning over, she quickly tugged the shoe on the foot, working it completely into place.
"Not a bad fit for a deadly projectile," she joked again. Turning, she headed back to Garion, wondering if he'd rested sufficiently. Hopefully she wouldn't have to carry him to a medic, that would get awkward.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 28, 2008 1:55:24 GMT -5
Why did he always seem to attract trouble? Garion sat down still, his strength coming back.
"I was stupid." He said, just for something to say. "I used my full energy on the shoe all the way to the guy's head. I could have just used my full energy briefly, then let the shoe's own momentum carry it..." He was rambling, and he knew it.
"You weren't so bad yourself... but Austin Powers? Really?" Garion half rose an eyebrow.
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Post by morg on Dec 29, 2008 0:42:45 GMT -5
"you live and you learn," quipped Morgan. "I doubt you've been tossing shoes full force at people's heads before. Even then, you did the job, so why worry about it?"
She scanned Garion closely, making sure there was nothing more than exhaustion. The little guy looked to be holding things together well enough, so Morgan wasn't going to press the issue.
"Hey, I told you I could copy stuff from TV," retorted Morgan, smirking, "and it worked didn't it? Complain when the plan fails miserably."
She looked to the unconscious bodies, wondering what they should do with them. Athletic Morgan may be, but that didn't mean she could carry a teenage male to the closest medic. And she highly doubted that Garion could manage it. Looks like they'd just have to leave them there. Serve 'em right.
"We should probably report this," she murmured, glancing to Garion, "don't you think? I've got a brother who works here, and if he finds out I was in an unreported fight, I'm screwed."
She smiled, "Though I'm afraid we're going to have to leave them there..."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 29, 2008 3:51:12 GMT -5
Garion stood up shakily, eyes half lidded.
"I should be fully recovered by now... damn!" His head flared up with pain again, and then the pain dissapeared. Garion thought things through.
Fact one: the fireball was hot enough to kill him.
Fact two: Using telekenisis uses just as much energy as doing the thing yourself.
Hypothesis: Stopping the fireball needed as much force as it's momentum, so when stopping it suddenly, the energy of the fireball has to go somewhere. Like back through his telekenetic link to burn as much energy as a fireball of that size needs, and when that limit is reached
, the pain will stop, and I will restore energy at a normal rate again.
Secondary Question: What if I use all of my energy before it reaches that limit?
Conclusion:
Oh s**t.
"Morgan, we need to get to a medic... now!" garions voice trembled with fear, and for the first time it sounded like that of a nine year old.
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Post by morg on Dec 29, 2008 23:02:19 GMT -5
Fortunately, Morgan had been looking at Garion as he came to his conclusion. Even more fortunately, Morgan wasn't the sort to take a "now" lightly. Particularly when dealing with medics. You only needed to get severely wounded once to understand.
"Right, can you walk on your own?" she eyed him. He looked like he could, but then again, he didn't look like he needed a medic, period. Which meant that something was up on the inside. Probably something to do with all that telekinesis. D**m, if only Morgan knew more about that kind of stuff! But she'd only recently discovered that she was Gifted, and most of her information came from her brother and classes.
"Never mind, let's start moving, we can hash out the details on the way," nodding, Morgan headed back toward the building, knowing exactly how to get to the infirmary from there.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 29, 2008 23:32:22 GMT -5
Can you walk on your own? "I can.. but it's better if I don't." Garion didn't want to waste precious energy. What he wouldn't give for a sports cooler full of Gatorade. He couldn't use up energy when he knew that he could only restore it for so long, until sustaining the fire took more energy than he culd recouperate.
Energy...
"What's the highest calorie thing in your pocket? I need calories, fast!"
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Post by morg on Dec 29, 2008 23:54:49 GMT -5
So Morgan needed to carry him. Fine, Garion was nine, small, and Morgan worked out. Without saying more about it, she walked over and bent, ready to piggy-back the smaller boy. He'd have to deal with the indignity, because Morgan couldn't very well fireman carry him the whole way.
"Highest... what?" she glanced back at him, wondering why he'd ask her something like that. At first she wondered if there was anything in her pocket besides lint. Certainly not anything caloric. Wait, she'd just been dance-dancing, after all. There might be a granola bar or something.
Sure enough, Morgan felt a mostly squashed something in her left pocket. If need be, she shifted Garion, then reached for it. Soon she extracted a mushy Powerbar. Smiling, she extended her hand behind her, tilting slightly and raising her brows.
"All I got, now c'mon, we need to get moving."
She'd wait only until he was situated, then start for the infirmary.
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