Elizabeth Reubin | female | phoenix elemental shapeshifter | second floor hallway | tags: Ashton, Coal, Roi
"I don't know," said Elizabeth darkly. "For all I know, magic users and non-magic users both discriminated against others. I tried to avoid--or stop--it whenever I could. Non-magically, of course." If she had showed off her magic... The result wouldn't have been good, and would have ranged from witch hunts to government officials chasing after her.
Elizabeth laughed when Ashton joked about her pose. She rolled her eyes. Did the boy have a crush on her? "Nah," she said. "I've used up all my sass today." Ha. She nodded slightly when he mentioned how he and Coal only had three powers. "Even among my kind, my brother and I are fairly unique. Most have one power, some have two, and even fewer have three. The first is called our 'primary' power, which is often offensive. For example, controlling fire or conjuring. The second and third are called our 'defensive' powers, which are exactly what they sound like. They're often powers such as invisibility, teleportation, or healing. My brother and I have multiple primary and defensive powers, but even out of these there are ones that are 'more primary.' For example, while I can manipulate six elements, I'm strongest with fire and can only use what's already around me for most of the others. Or while I can become invisible, I can't make other people invisible too." She gave Coal a half-grin. "While I probably sound terrifying, I'm not unstoppable and I try to limit the usage of my powers. For example, if I use too much too quickly, I'll either be sick or faint. And I know this from experience." When she was younger and still testing the limits of her powers, she would often overstretch herself and faint, picking up many nasty bruises along the way. Another time, she had pushed herself to the limit but stopped short of it, and ended up feeling sick for a few days. Every one thought she had the flu. She only wished it had been the flu. Thankfully, after many years of practice and carefully stretching her limits, it would take a lot for her to push herself too hard. Nevertheless, it was unwise to be seen throwing fireballs around or appearing out of nowhere, especially in the digital age where everyone and their kid had a camera nearby.
"I don't know," said Elizabeth darkly. "For all I know, magic users and non-magic users both discriminated against others. I tried to avoid--or stop--it whenever I could. Non-magically, of course." If she had showed off her magic... The result wouldn't have been good, and would have ranged from witch hunts to government officials chasing after her.
Elizabeth laughed when Ashton joked about her pose. She rolled her eyes. Did the boy have a crush on her? "Nah," she said. "I've used up all my sass today." Ha. She nodded slightly when he mentioned how he and Coal only had three powers. "Even among my kind, my brother and I are fairly unique. Most have one power, some have two, and even fewer have three. The first is called our 'primary' power, which is often offensive. For example, controlling fire or conjuring. The second and third are called our 'defensive' powers, which are exactly what they sound like. They're often powers such as invisibility, teleportation, or healing. My brother and I have multiple primary and defensive powers, but even out of these there are ones that are 'more primary.' For example, while I can manipulate six elements, I'm strongest with fire and can only use what's already around me for most of the others. Or while I can become invisible, I can't make other people invisible too." She gave Coal a half-grin. "While I probably sound terrifying, I'm not unstoppable and I try to limit the usage of my powers. For example, if I use too much too quickly, I'll either be sick or faint. And I know this from experience." When she was younger and still testing the limits of her powers, she would often overstretch herself and faint, picking up many nasty bruises along the way. Another time, she had pushed herself to the limit but stopped short of it, and ended up feeling sick for a few days. Every one thought she had the flu. She only wished it had been the flu. Thankfully, after many years of practice and carefully stretching her limits, it would take a lot for her to push herself too hard. Nevertheless, it was unwise to be seen throwing fireballs around or appearing out of nowhere, especially in the digital age where everyone and their kid had a camera nearby.
(@Adriana101: It's okay! I think that they make sense. And they're plenty long. I just have a ton of stuff to say.)
