[h1][center]Acheri Solomon: Poof[/center][/h1]
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Poof. A sound one could easily make by expelling a brief, forceful puff of air through pursed lips. An onomatopoetic sound to represent something disappeared. Colloquial part of speech when [i]describing[/i] said disappearances. Also the only sound she could think of whenever something disappeared in front of her. And the sound she almost couldn't resist making herself whenever something did. It just seemed appropriate. Especially since she was the one making them disappear. She didn't really know how. Well, she knew how she made it happen. It took practice but it was like moving. You don't question [i]how[/i] you make your arm move, when you think about making your arm move. Understanding the exact mechanics of the how was tricky and complex, and required a deep understanding of biology and anatomy. You don't care about that when you move your arm. Just like that, she knew how to do do it.

But understanding how it worked would need, rather than biology, a comprehensive understanding of quantum physics that just plain didn't exist yet. Not knowing was a little stressful, though. Little experiments to try and understand it were helpful, but they really just raised more questions. What did she have to do to send them? What could she send? Did the process have any effect on what was sent? Where did it go? The last one was waiting on a video camera in the mail to test, but the rest didn't have any forthcoming answers. Not without a lot more experimentation. And it was important, because understanding how it worked might save her life one day. Or someone else's. Not that she could rely on it in a fight, because making things appear and disappear on command wasn't exactly helpful when someone was coming at you. Which was why she was in a little area of open ground, drilling hapkido maneuvers. Armed and unarmed, and versus armed and unarmed 'opponents'. Good stress relief, actually, as well as good practice. But it was still a little odd when someone looked over at her to see the 5'6" girl swinging around a stick almost as big as she was. Not that anyone, you know, asked her about it. She still had the big stick.

Not that it was much of a distraction. Drilling the maneuvers she knew was automatic, and left a lot of room to think. So for a good two hours the back of her mind had been occupied by musings on her power. She hadn't found the limit yet. She'd started by moving pencils, but it was easier to make them disappear than it was to make them reappear. She got the hang of it, eventually, but that first pencil had spent a few hours in... Wherever it was. Could be Wonderland for all she knew. Actually, that'd be kind of cool.

Point is, she wasn't really sure of much yet. Just that she could make things go somewhere and bring them back. Not much to go on, and a lot to get used to. Was making carrying her books a lot easier, though. As long as she made sure to make them reappear somewhere discreet. Like in her backpack before she pulled them out. They didn't actually make much of a sound, but if you listened reeeeeeal close there [i]was[/i] a little "pop" or "poof" of air being displaced. She hadn't really figured out how to describe the sound of things reappearing yet. It was a little different, and these were important questions. Not something to rush to decisions on. 

After completing her last staff drill, Acheri frowned slightly and looked really close at her staff. Then at her surroundings. A second later the staff vanished (complete with [i]poof[/i]) from her hand. An instant later, it reappeared (maybe with a [i]puff[/i]?). It was like flexing a muscle she never knew she had. She let it disappear again, and this time, stay gone. It was a lot easier to carry it that way. You know, when she didn't actually have to carry it. A quick glance at her watch told her it was time to get to the lab, so she swung her bag over her shoulder, slipped her sneakers back on, and hit the pavement at a brisk, brisk walk. She had somewhere to be, and no time to spare. Still, she made pretty good time. It was only a three minute walk, and she rounded the corner just after Eastwood did. Not that she only noticed him then. The freight train in motion was difficult to miss, and failure to notice was hazardous to your health. After all, in a collision between a flesh and blood person and a freight train, the person lost. Badly.

Such was what happened if you happened to be standing in front of a running Eastwood. She'd seen it happen when dragged to a football game. Not her style. She had studying, training, and experimenting to do. 

Speaking of, an interesting little challenge caught her eye. She caught the Gatorade bottle flying towards towards the can and, in a split second decision, [i]willed[/i] it to disappear. And just before the satisfying [i]clonk[/i] of empty plastic on metal, it was gone. Acheri gave the people already present a friendly, [i]innocuous [/i] wave. And a look to Eastwood that said very much 'yes I heard that'.

[i]Poof.[/i]