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[centre][b]Location:[/b] Random Warehouse
[b]Interacting:[/b] Whole team[/centre]
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The team had got into a dodgy and yet smelly van which then took them to a warehouse, along the way Christie was trying to work out what the various odours were but ran out of time when they arrived at the location Johnny wanted them to be at. The warehouse was similar to the van in some ways, both of them were pieces of crap and hardly a fitting place to be in. The leader had mentioned not to bring what happened up, it had not crossed her mind at this time though even if it did she would probably say nothing anyway. The place was mostly empty, a few things were present, however. Four small Ikea tables with something on them were present, some light bleed through the roofing of the warehouse which made it less dark than it should be. Before Christie could even wrap her brain around the objects in front of her Johnny had chimed in. 

[color=ed1c24]"These are known as Gordian knots, they were made by a mutant who has arguably the worst power I have ever seen"

"They are supposedly impossible to untie, if any of you can find a way of untying them then consider that a brownie point."

Your use of powers is optional, after all Alexander the Great solved this problem and there's no conclusive evidence to show he was a mutant."[/color]

Christie kind of sighed at the idea of messing with these things that were supposedly impossible to unravel. Air quotes would be appropriate but were not given as Christie yet again tried to wrap her brain around what and how one would do such a thing. At least it was not theory and book-based learning, she hated that stuff. Grace soon spoke up and it seemed the question was aimed at no one but it would be rude not to reply in some way. [color=aba000]"He said it supposedly impossible to untie, I am not sure how to even begin doing a task like this. I mean I could shred it with my nails but I am sure that is not the lesson,"[/color] she said. She sounded somewhat confused as approached the task at hand and gave it a hard look. All the excitement she had in her body quickly evaporated into nothing. The mutant wanted to scratch her head but she would clearly hurt herself in the process, even if she could heal minor things quickly it was still annoying and minorly painful.

Christie was no good at puzzles, she was more of a doer than a thinker. The others would probably form some form of plan or at least use their powers in some way, maybe. Unless someone in the group wanted shredded Gordian Knots Chow main her powers would be pretty useless. From what her body language was showing the others could see she confused to the point of embarrassment. [color=aba000]"Maybe I can poke at it a little"[/color] she said softly. Standing in front of one of the four knots she began to jab it and poke it all over, her nails tearing some of the thread it crossed over. She did not get mad that some of the thread became torn, it was basically nothing as the knot still stood strong. After looking like an idiot she stepped back to get a view of the whole knot from a distance. [i]'Maybe have one of the others grab one end and I grab the other like a game of tug of war'[/i] she thought to herself.

Maybe this was a test to see how quickly one had to realise this was a distraction and the real test was to see how long it would take to figure this out. Maybe, then again maybe not. The mutant soon rubbed her head a little, her nails causing minor small wounds as it sliced through her soft flesh. Blood began to leave the wounds she created but those wounds would be gone in a matter of moments as they were nothing. Her nails had a bit of crimson red colouring on it almost making it look like nail polish. Perhaps she could flirt her way out of this, Johnny was the leader and so maybe it could work or go horribly wrong. She soon shook the thought out of her head.