[center][h2]Aya & Camille[/h2][/center]

((Collab between a baguette and a noodle))

The pod's tubes were slowly decomposing as Camille's powers did their magic, the produced dust vanishing into the hollow air filling the ship. She thus had to step off the pod and find somewhere else to sit her tired behind. She was tired and feeling generally lazy from using her powers a little too often, so she sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall adjacent to the pod. She closed her eyes for a brief second, more than likely to relax, only to succumb to a traitorous micro-nap. She'd only snap back to reality once Aya would signal that there would be a problem. 

"[b]Ehhh quoi? What is it?[/b]" She asked, a bit disoriented and uncomfortable after brutally waking up from her resting session.

Aya spun around to face Camille, wearing a panicked expression.

[color=limegreen]"Uhh,"[/color] she stammered, unsure where to start. [color=limegreen]"Ok, so before I tell you you're gonna have to promise not to freak out because right now [i]I'm[/i] freaking out, and if we both freak out it's just gonna be a bad time overall and it's already bad, but that'd just make it worse."[/color] Her words were crammed together in a single breath as she rambled. Running a hand through her still dripping hair, she bit her lip and looked at the smaller girl. [color=limegreen]"We… might've been abducted by aliens."[/color] Aya held her breath, waiting for the shoe to drop.

Camille's eyes were still half opened, she could barely associate Aya with a recent memory, much like how one would feel as they would wake up in the middle of the night. So everything she had said, with her panicked expression and unending explaining, at least for Camille it felt that long, the little girl could barely understand what she was saying. The little she could capture was 'abducted by aliens', which prompted a "[b]Huh, whut?[/b]" while she slowly tried to stand up. Her right foot was asleep, or almost, as she couldn't feel it, making the simple act of standing up a rather comedic one. She kept a confused look on her already tired face, unsure as to what was Aya's problem. 

[color=limegreen]"Camille,"[/color] Aya said, enunciating carefully, [color=limegreen]"[i]the Klingons have us.[/i]"[/color] Would the French girl even get that reference? Heck, Aya herself barely got it. She threw her hand out to gesture to what she knew was the wall seperating them from the great vaccuum of space. [color=limegreen]"We're in outerspace. Y'know, the place with all the stars and wormholes?"[/color] This time, the snappiness was all Aya – stress tended to bring out her bite. She brought the hand down and ran it over her pant leg, needing something to do, some way to keep moving. With a sigh of frustration, she walked over to Camille and offered out both her hands to help her up. [color=limegreen]"There's some… war or something, and Metas were made to be weapons, I don't know. But… look, we can't stay here, we have to do something, find the others…"[/color]

This time Camille paid closer attention, the alien reference barely making any sense to her mind, she wasn't much of a sci-fi series type, unless they were movies. Aliens, outspace, she had considered it in her little wild conspiracy theories about her endding up here but even she realized how ridiculous that could be. She rubbed her eyes with her forearm before reaching out to catch Aya's hands, carefully using the assistance to get back on track. But something bothered Camille, and she wasn't the type to hold back her thoughts. 

"[b]Wait wait... Outerspace? How the heck did you even snatch that idea?![/b]" 

She didn't let go of Aya's hands, however, as the crazy story didn't bother her most. She wasn't too sure if she could believe Aya on anything since she was, well, just some stranger from the Reformists, but one minor detail ticked her off. Her grip was a little tighter when she made it obvious to Aya she wasn't letting her wander around. Camille glared at her new acquaintance's eyes? 

"[b]Say. When did I tell you my name?[/b]"

[color=limegreen][i]Shit.[/i][/color]

Panic bubbled up in Aya's throat, but then Sebastian's manipulative side fought it down and took over.

[color=limegreen]"You didn't,"[/color] she responded, seemingly unperturbed. [color=limegreen]"They had a file at the Reformist base and I may have looked where I wasn't supposed to but that's really not important right now. Because, again. Aliens."[/color] She could feel Camille's grip tight around her wrists, but Aya knew she was stronger and a dozen ways to break a hold like this. Plus her power buzzed just under the surface of her skin, ready to catapult them both to the astral plane. But if she could play this right, it wouldn't have to come to that. She really didn't need an enemy right now, and Camille's power would be endlessly useful.

[color=limegreen]"For the aliens thing… Cedric told me."[/color] She cut herself off when she knew how that sounded, but quickly opened her mouth again to say, [color=limegreen]"I know, he's dead, [i]thank you[/i] for that."[/color] She shot Camille a look that said Aya very much knew who was to blame for that. [color=limegreen]"But he has some ghost power now or something. He told me about this, and now we have to move."[/color]

The answer Camille received felt a bit strange, she believed it since it did make a lot of sense, but then something else bothered her. Aya would have powers if she were with the Reformists long enough to get such information, or she was some very special secretary. Either way, Camille wasn't too happy, no matter the response but most of her worries were nullified once the idea of an alien craft had taken them for unknown reasons. Then she mentioned Cedric's ghost, which seemed strange as well but she wasn't going to question it beyond that given the crazy powers she had confronted in recent times. 

"[b]You're... Kidding, right?[/b]" 

Although she planned to have a more sarcastic tone, she appeared more puzzled than ever. Her slow mind having trouble processing the approximate information Aya had given to her about... Everything pretty much. Bu she did agree on one thing, they had to get the hell out. 

"[b]Okay never mind, just... Did your magical ami tell you something about getting out?[/b]" She asked, her own power barely coming into mind for some reason. She really wasn't the brightest partner to have. 

Aya breathed an internal sigh of relief when Camille let the issue drop. Then she brought up how to escape. Aya moved to bring her hand up to her hair again, but Camille still had her slim fingers clamped around her wrist. 

[color=limegreen]"No, but… I was actually sort of hoping you would help with that. With your power, I mean. Do you think you have the energy to break the door?"[/color]

Camille turned her head to acknowledge the obstacle proventing them from bailing altogether. She studied it for about a second before releasing a prolonged sigh and staring back at her friend she had ensnared in her little wrist grip. "[b]I guess...[/b]" She slowly let go of her captive's hands and proceeded to stretch her arms real quick as she walked up to the metal door. She was gathering energy in her body to use up on this probably taxing strike considering the probability that it would be some massively dense material. 

"[b]So... How's the foot?[/b]" she asked a few meters away from the door. 

Aya blinked as she was reminded of her injury. In all the chaos of learning about aliens and wars, she'd forgotten all about it. She looked down at her foot, seeing the cuts that had scabbed over with Camille's power.

[color=limegreen]"Uh,"[/color] she started awkwardly, [color=limegreen]"fine. Thank you."[/color] It was still tender and she walked with a bit of a limp, but she'd had worse before. She followed Camille over to the door and watched as the girl started preparing herself. [color=limegreen]"Are you gonna be ok? With using your power so much, I mean."[/color] That was a dumb question. Even if Camille [i]wasn't[/i] ok, they needed her to get them out.

Camille closed the last remaining gap between her and the door. She was happy that her ability worked and Aya was better, the Thank you making her feel as if she had accomplished something, but she didn't show it. Or at least, Aya would only see Camille's long black hair  covering most of her back and not her face, so there wasn't any risk. She didn't respond to a similar question thrown back as she assumed it was some kind of equivilent exchange for her own concern. It made her irrationally irritated, even if it wasn't really justified or entirely true. Her actions would answer Aya's 'concern' better than basic words would. 

Camille pushed power her palms against the metallic barrier, concentrating just enough to have a good grasp as to how much she'd have to apply and avoid tiring herself so quickly. A drop of sweat fell from her forehead while she focused on her power. Once she had reached the point she wanted, she had let go of the door and took a step back. At first glance nothing happened, but upon closer inspection, two holes as large as Camille's palms formed right where she had set her hands. They slowly grow like ripples on a puddle of water, slowly reducing the mass of the door before the speed of the spread accelerated and slowy consumed a portion of the door, sending that piece of metal to nothingness. She had created a large hole in the wall, enough to fit three people in at least. 

"[b]There.[/b]"

Aya watched as the door crumbled away.

[color=limegreen]"Wow,"[/color] she said, clearly impressed. [color=limegreen]"Nice work."[/color] She glanced down at Camille, double checking that the girl was still steady on her feet. She looked ok, if a bit winded. Aya figured she'd just keep an eye on her as they went. She walked forward a bit, leaning on the smooth edges of the wall and peered out to the hallway. It was deserted, but… alien ship. She really wasn't looking to run into anything, and suddenly the reality of what they were doing struck her. The room was a prison, but at least they more or less knew what was in there – and what wasn't. What if they were spotted outside? She doubted the aliens would be pleased to find their little weapons out and about, roaming the ship.

[color=limegreen]"Uh, hang on,"[/color] Aya said, before closing her eyes and activating her power. She darted through the hall, doing a quick scan of things. She didn't see any of her fellow Metas, but she also didn't see anything that might be an angry alien. She popped back to her body and opened her eyes again.

[color=limegreen]"I think it's safe,"[/color] she said. That was a lie. They most definitely weren't safe, but at least there wasn't going to be any monsters hiding around the corner waiting to eat them.

Aya was acting strange again, how could she deduce that it was ever remotely safe by just closing her eyes? Camille wasn't the smarter of the two, but she knew her place and the potential threats Aya could represent. She could even be one of those shapeshifting aliens from all she know. Before asking, she cracked her fingers in habit before placing her hand on Aya's shoulder. 

"[b]Hey, are you going to tell me your power yet? You've seen mine.[/b]" she asked, usure as to what she should expect nor how she should even interpret it. Camille was oblivious to the lies she was being fed, so everything favored Aya. 

Aya froze when she heard Camille crack her fingers. She knew that tick. [i]Sebastian[/i] knew that tick. She jumped when she felt a hand fall on her shoulder, and she was nervous enough that she activated her power as a reflex – only to find herself on the astral plane alone. Camille wasn't touching her skin. She spun and saw the layer of cloth that separated the two girls. Aya rushed back into her body, and forced herself to slowly look at Camille. Hopefully the girl hadn't noticed the second where Aya had been still as a statue.

[color=limegreen]"It's just this sensory thing I do,"[/color] she said with fake calm. [color=limegreen][i]Don't play your hand too early, don't let down your guard,[/i][/color] she told herself. Or maybe that was Sebastian. Either way, they both knew Camille could be a threat when she wanted to be. [color=limegreen]"Not that impressive, but it lets me know what's around the area and when it's safe."[/color] Not technically a lie. [color=limegreen]"You ready to go?"[/color]

[i]To be continued... Because of Potate...[/i] 

TL;DR: The two girls confront each other about the idea of being in a ship, lies happen, Camille is oblivious to bullshit and they make themselves an escape route. They're about to get out.