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[h1]Ya Got Trouble[/h1]

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[h2][color fff79a]Hazel[/color] | [color ff57ff]Siena[/color][/h2]
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[hider=Ya Got Trouble]A warm sunny day, with a light breeze blowing through the park. People passed the wandering young girl without a second thought, her mind seemingly occupied as she wandered around without any purpose. It was just a place Hazel had found by chance, as she started getting the urge to walk around. The feeling of guilt and worry was still there as she deviated from her usual regulated schedule, but it was growing steadily less and less as she found out no one here would even bat an eye if she was to try eating an entire plate full of fried things. Not that she was ever going to try that again, considering how sick she felt after doing so.

She stopped by a bend on the path, leaning on the raillings as she gazed on the large pond below. 

It had taken some convincing (on her own part, really) for Siena to decide that she'd needed fresh air. Fresh as in air that wasn't stagnant or toxic with the weight of everything that had happened in the past few weeks. The brunette had tactfully managed to avoid most recognizable faces until she'd slipped out of her usual haunts, away from students that did doubletakes, looking like they might want to ask questions that Siena didn't have answers for. Regular people, at least, were keeping a distance from her, even if there were a few pointed looks and whispers. 

All in all, she wasn't certain if it felt liberating or not. 

[i]'[color=ff57ff]The park is nice, at least.[/color]'[/i] It wasn't much of a comfort, but Siena had found little comfort in anything since their return. Her mind was too busy trying to sort things out, to separate herself from the names she'd borrowed, and most of all, trying to distract her from--well, distractions were to take attention away from such thoughts. It was convenient, then, that she caught sight of a familiar face looking at the pond. It took Siena a moment to match a name--Hazel. 

Memories of being swamped in sludge, half her sources destroyed, her lifeline buried in a slurry of ground. Fresher ones of panic when Brent had relayed the girl's condition. Siena took a breath, steeled herself, and made her approach, masking unease with concern.

"[color=ff57ff]See anything interesting?[/color]" Siena called from a distance as she made her approach, hoping it was enough forewarning to prevent any startled reactions. No need to add "dunked into a pond" to her schedule for the day.

Hazel turned around and blinked, her mind turning up a blank for that face, familiar as it was.

[color=fff79a]"Who are you?"[/color] She asked, tilting her head slightly.[color=fff79a]"Rina?"[/color]

It was a familiar face however, one that she had seen before fighting along her, but her name escaped her for the moment. Not that she was trying very hard to think about it, considering she was utterly transfixed on the quacking birds swimming in a line in the pond. It was funny that the birds were swimming from largest to smallest for her.

[color=fff79a]"Those."[/color] Hazel started to point at the ducks, before they all promptly flew away as a jogger ran by a path near the pond. [color=fff79a]"Ah."[/color]

"[color=ff57ff]S-Siena, but close enough.[/color]" Rina? The name didn't make Siena falter, especially when there didn't seem to be any malicious intent behind it. Had it been one of the galas or events held by her parents for high society, the brunette doubted that she could have placed that much faith into a simple mistake. Following the motion of Hazel's hand, Siena barely caught a glimpse of a line of ducklings before they became a mass of fluttering wings scattering in formation from a disturbance too close for comfort. 

She was watching something that...simple? Tearing her eyes from the retreating forms of the ducks, Siena returned her attention to Hazel. 

"[color=ff57ff]Ah...don't worry, I'm sure they'll be back soon.[/color]" It was an empty platitude, but between a natural anxiety and a faint level of curiosity, it was the only one she could really muster. Besides which, hadn't she had a bigger concern? "[color=ff57ff]I'm glad to see you're well enough to be up and about though. You haven't had any complications in recovering, right?[/color]"

[color=fff79a]"Recovering?"[/color] Hazel gave a polite nod. [color=fff79a]"Yes. I have recovered completely, and is at optimal combat conditions. Am I needed for in a mission?"[/color]

Almost unconsciously, she straightened her simple white blouse, tucked into a muted brown colored long skirt, moving without even looking at what she was doing. An ingrained behaviour, one developed during her time in that Plant. She was shifting slightly from foot to foot, as if anxious to move now that the birds has disappeared. seeking another interesting spectacle to see.

The immediate reaction was almost startling, and Siena couldn't help but give an equally immediate response. 

"[color=ff57ff]O-Oh, no, I was just worried. I'm glad you're completely recovered.[/color]" In the back of Siena's mind, the Arbiter couldn't help but wonder why she didn't seem to be catching as muich to read. It wasn't as though she suspected Hazel was hiding anything--[i]perhaps that was what was so startling? Everyone had something to hide[/i]--but Siena didn't feel like everything was [i]quite[/i] there.

What she [i]could[/i] see, was that Hazel was shifting her weight, a sign of...impatience? No, not quite. Probably eager to see something else. [i]'[color=ff57ff]Well, as long as I'm here, I should...try to get along with her.[/color]'[/i] Unease flickered through her head, reminding her of being left defenseless, but...Hazel didn't seem like she held malicious intent. "[color=ff57ff]Do you mind if I join you for a bit? If you don't have plans, maybe we can find something you like.[/color]"

[color=fff79a]"I do not mind,"[/color] Hazel spoke quickly. She had already spied a long large boxy construction further away on the path, one which a few people had gathered around. [color=fff79a]"I have found an unknown object in the distance. Perhaps there will be something interesting there."[/color]

She wasn't paying any attention to Sienna at the moment, considering she preoccupied with the object in the distance. There was a fleeting thought that she should actually ask Sienna more things, but she did not know much about Sienna at the moment. In fact, Hazel realized Sienna drew a blank across many things when she tried to recall what she was and what she did.

[i]'[color=ff57ff]Unknown object?[/color]'[/i] Instinctively, Siena felt her gaze flick to the sky, a sense of dread filling her. One of the Rewanz--[i]Rubenowitz? No, it was definitely Rewanz[/i]--boys had taken a keen interest in "unidentified objects", and most of them in the sky. Needless to say, he had not been included in his family's legacy. He had also been thoroughly unnerving in her few interactions during the last event that he'd been invited to.

Nothing in her line of sight when she flicked her gaze up, so Siena took solace in that and gave a quick nod. 

"[color=ff57ff]Do you explore like this often?[/color]" The question was the safest one that she could come up with, especially given that Siena wasn't [i]entirely[/i] certain what said "unknown object" they were headed for. [i]'[color=ff57ff]Shouldn't you figure that out first?[/color]'[/i] The thought went unheeded. Whatever this unknown object was, it [i]probably[/i] wasn't dangerous.[i]Probably[/i]. 

[color=fff79a]"This is the first time I've tried."[/color] Hazel replied. [color=fff79a]"I've not usually the chance to move outside my room at all."[/color]

Once they were close, it was obvious what she was looking at was a hotdog vendor. She was closely observing the man who seemed to be operating the vendor and the people that lined up towards him. All of them seemed to be exchanging money for what seemed to be a long meat tube laid upon a bed of leaves and bread. Her own pockets were, of course, empty. Feeling slightly disappointed she turned to Sienna.

[color=fff79a]"Then, are you exploring as well?"[/color]

"[color=ff57ff]You could say that. I used to be prohibited from unplanned excursions.[/color]" Siena responded with a faint smile. It was a partial lie--not being allowed out alone was certainly one of the reasons why she had taken to leaving her dorm for as long as possible, but it hadn't been why she'd gone off campus. Her eyes fell on the hotdog vendor and--wait, was Hazel hungry? And...was this man selling hot dogs out of a thermal box? No, no, maybe that was a question she didn't want answered.

...or maybe it was.

"[color=ff57ff]Did you...did you want one?[/color]" Siena asked, motioning at the hot dog vendor. Thankfully, Siena had remembered, for once in her life, to bring her actual wallet, a handful of petty cash crammed into it from when she'd last withdrawn petty cash from the government account printed on the back of her ID. "[color=ff57ff]I have some cash on hand, and they seem popular enough.[/color]"

[color=fff79a]"Prohibited from unplanned excursions? Then, did you also come from one of the Plants? I have not met anyone else that comes from a Plant."[/color]

Hazel started nodding to herself, looking lost in her own thoughts. It seemed rather fortuitous that they have met. Perhaps if she had known about this earlier, there might have been more improvements in the recent missions. Or perhaps there might not. Hazel would have asked about what her abilities were, had it not for Sienna's offer.

[color=fff79a]"Yes."[/color] The answer was immediate, with no thoughts given to niceties or the usual manners some might normally expect. Staring at the size of the food, Hazel briefly stopped, an intense look upon her face as she thought more about it. [color=fff79a]"Two... no, three, should be sufficient."[/color]

A Plant? Red flags raised in the back of Siena's mind at the statement, and though she hid her concern well enough, the brunette couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The way Hazel used the word implied...a factory? And someone [i]else[/i] that came from one--the conclusion wasn't entirely difficult to draw. Thankfully, the moment where the Aberration seemed to be thinking more deeply about something was enough for Siena to calm her rampant thoughts down, even if it was not enough time to try and placate the curiosity that threatened to burn through her. 

At least, she thought, Hazel didn't put up any typical fuss over being paid for. The straightforwardness was refreshing--no ulterior motives, it seemed. Just a simple fact--Hazel wanted hotdogs. Apparently [i]badly[/i], given the expression she'd worn prior to giving a number. Holding back a chuckle by the barest fraction, Siena gave a nod of approval.

"[color=ff57ff]Three it is.[/color]"

There were, of course, the usual side-eyes through the purchasing process, but it hadn't been as issue-laden as Siena had come to expect. At the very least, she wasn't being outright refused service because of a mark on her face--she highly suspected it was because of the cuff. 

"[color=f7976a]Condiments 're over there.[/color]" A finger jerked to an array of packets and bottles precariously lined up on one side of the vendor's cart.

Hazel was just about to bite into one before the man mentioned the condiments. [i]What were condiments?[/i] Was it something she should know about? Would eating the hotdog without one be a punishable act? With how the tip was shaped, it looked as if you were supposed to drink from it, but if so, there would be more people actually doing it.

Feeling lost, she looked towards Sienna, seeking any sort of help from her.

Ah. That was an expression that Siena was famliar with. Fortunately, her first foray into the city had managed to net her at least some modicum of experience with the challenge of condiment bottles, courtesy of a handful of frustrated McDonald's patrons. Feeling, for once in her life, like the one that wasn't entirely lost, the brunette obliged the silent request for aid. 

"[color=ff57ff]They're kind of like sauces to enhance flavor, I guess? You can put them on your hotdogs.[/color]" That was the best method of explanation that Siena could offer. "[color=ff57ff]Here, I can show you.[/color]" Taking a napkin from its place and supporting it with a few fingers, Siena pressed down on the mustard pump just hard enough to slowly release a yellow glob before offering it up as a visual representation.

"[color=ff57ff]You can put it directly on your food if you know which ones you like.[/color]"

Having no idea what she liked, Hazel simply chose the brightest colors, the yellow and the red, slathering them onto one of the hotdogs with abandon. Her face scrunched up into a strange expression as she took an overly large bite from them, puffing out her cheeks as she tried to chew it all. Seeing as Sienna wasn't ordering any for herself, Hazel took one, treated it the same way, and handed the sloppy yellow and red colored food towards her. 

[color=fff79a]"Here."[/color] came her muffled words as she tried to speak with her mouth full.

Swallowing, her thoughts finally returned to Siena, and her mysterious powers. 

[color=fff79a]"Sierra. What is your ability? Considering the last event, and taking into accounts what information I have gathered, you have lasted considerably longer than I had in the skirmish."[/color] She tried to eat what was left of her hotdog in one large bite, paying no attention to the sauce smears on her face. There was a slight flash of regret as Hazel looked at the last hotdog, as she set to eating it in smaller bites.

Uttering a word of thanks in spite of the moderate confusion, Siena gingerly held the condiment-laden hotdog in her hand, acutely aware that a single wrong movement could send colorful splatters of bright red and yellow on her decidedly [i]not[/i] red and yellow clothing. She was unwilling to seem ungrateful for the gesture, so the brunette tried her best to eat without incident--it was harder than it looked, even with the napkins on hand. She'd managed a very cautious, very small bite by the time Hazel had spoken to her again. 

[i]Sierra?[/i] That was closer than Rina, she supposed. The girl steeled her nerves--talking about her power still wasn't comfortable, but she was starting to come to terms with the fact that it was an inevitable step. Slowly.

"[color=ff57ff]I can copy the abilities of people in writing within a few...specific limitations.[/color]" There, step one. A vastly simplified version of what she could do, but her capability to do something had so far been limited by her willingness to do it. To an extent. She mulled on it while offering Hazel one of the numerous napkins on hand for the ketchup and mustard smears. "[color=ff57ff]I wouldn't consider myself as 'lasting longer' so much as being relegated to support though. The chance of being incapacitated isn't very high when you don't see direct combat.[/color]"

[color=fff79a]"I see. That certainly sounds strong."[/color] Hazel continued eating. [color=fff79a]"Then, could you not have taken my abilities should they give you my files?"[/color]

She took the napkin, using it to wrap around the hotdog for a better grip. There was art in eating these it seems. The delicious meaty center was bound to jump out of its bed of bread and leaves, should she bite into it haphazardly. Perhaps it was one of these people's daily trainings. But there was something that nagged her mind. Not about the hotdog, but about Sienna. There was an odd shadow on her expression when she started talking about her abilities. While she wasn't really good at reading expressions or reading people in general, that one was one she recognized, or at least, felt she recognized. It seemed like... fear? Emma seemed to have shadows of that before as well.

[color=fff79a]"Was there something wrong with your ability?"[/color]

"[color=ff57ff]In theory, I suppose. Using pure data has had inconsistent results.[/color]" It was hard to admit, but unbiased data meant no emotional feedback, and it was hard to try and connect with someone in writing when they were little more than a few summarized notes on a page. Siena had never had the variable of [i]knowing[/i] a name that she wanted to pull from before, but there was no doubt "[color=ff57ff]The limitations don't have specific ways to be quantified, frustrating as it may be.[/color]"

The Arbiter watched Hazel use the napkin for a purpose that was entirely [i]not[/i] what it had been intended for. Maybe she should have mentioned it was for wiping off the condiment smudges, but that could always wa--ah. Something must have shown on her face for that question. She felt herself falter for a moment, but...

"[color=ff57ff]No, nothing's wrong with the ability. It's always done the job I asked of it.[/color]" An apologetic smile flashed across Siena's features for a moment. "[color=ff57ff]I guess that means something's wrong with me though? That sounds more appropriate.[/color]"

[color=fff79a]"Something wrong with you?"[/color] Hazel stopped eating at that, looking at Sienna inquisitively, then at the hotdog man who was leaning discretely in, trying to listen to their conversation. Realizing she wasn't moving, and therefore wasting time she could use to move to a more interesting location, she started to walk slowly on the path, assuming Sienna would follow her. 

[color=fff79a]"Is it problems in using your abilities? Do you not know how to use it well?"[/color] Chomping down on the hotdog, she recalled the dark look that flitted past Sienna's expression. [color=fff79a]"Are you afraid?"[/color]

It didn't take thought for Siena to move after Hazel, her pace matching as she thought over the questions. The last one was the one that struck. Was she afraid?

She thought of losing control. Of when she'd looked at Angel their first time in Ground Zero, a vast pool of raw power at her disposal, and thought it would be interesting to have a screaming, undead soldier. Of the fact that she'd watched her hand move to [i]do[/i] it before realizing it she was no longer the one in control. Of the monstrous arm that she'd had no concept of controlling in the estate and what might have happened if she'd picked something more dangerous. There were plenty of reasons to be afraid.

"[color=ff57ff]I should be,[/color]" Siena admitted, after giving herself time to think. "[color=ff57ff]But I'm not sure if I am now, and that could make my abilities more dangerous than useful.[/color]"

[color=fff79a]"Dangerous?"[/color] Finishing up the last of the hotdog, Hazel started licking her fingers. [color=fff79a]"I do not understand. I do not fear my ability."[/color]

Realizing she has stains on her face, she started wiping at it with her sleeves, before crumpling the wrapper and napkins into a ball. Throwing it into the air, she projected her hand into a slightly larger version, catching the ball and disintergrating it in midair. Those few civilians who saw her did get a shock, but considering what she did, it earned her nothing more than a sideeye glance or a wide eyed stare.

[color=fff79a]"It is dangerous only because I want it to be."[/color]

Watching the wadded ball of waste disintegrate sent a chilling sensation down Siena's spine--she hadn't forgotten about that, but the girl didn't allow the unease to show beyond a few quiet, uneven breaths. The unease over the demonstration had managed to override even her unease at the sudden looks that the unmarked passerby suddenly threw in their directions, but Siena persevered in controlling what she allowed to show. It was fine. It wasn't aimed at her. 

Still, Siena felt an immediate need to subtly place her free hand over the location of her phone, just to ensure that it was there. 

"[color=ff57ff]I'm...not always so fortunate.[/color]" Even when she had no intention of being dangerous...guilt bubbled in the pit of her stomach again, powerful and overwhelming. Siena did her best not to let her discomfort get the best of her. This was a good step forward, wasn't it? "[color=ff57ff]The easiest way to explain...hm...I suppose it's a matter of control.[/color]" No, it wasn't just a matter of control, but how did she explain it otherwise? "[color=ff57ff]Every time I use it, the danger is there. Sometimes the lack of control isn't clear until it is too late.[/color]"

Hazel seemed to ponder that for a moment, before nodding, having seemingly reached upon a conclusion.

[color=fff79a]"I understand. You lack control because you did not train to control it."[/color]

It was something that was foreign to Hazel, the mere concept of lacking control over her own abilities. As such, the only clear conclusion she could reach was that Sienna had never tried to control it, or had trained extensively to improve her control over it. Flashes of the doctor in the Plant came unbidden, his smilling face reassuring her to do her best.

Or else.

All of a sudden the guilt in her stomach came back; guilt over not following the strict regime she was usually expected to follow; guilt over her walking around instead of keeping herself in optimal conditions for the inevitable next sortie.

Training to control it...if it had been so easy, she would have had pristine control over every name at her disposal. Her stomach twisted faintly trying to reason it out. Exposure to her ability had done little to aid, and she knew, of course, that she could sacrifice time for stability, but...

...but what? Couldn't she just get better at doing what had to be done in a shorter amount of time? Choose efficiency if it meant that control was no longer a concern?

[color=ff57ff][i]But you're a coward, right?[/i][/color]

Siena didn't express the thought, allowing Hazel to draw her own conclusions, eyes trailing from focusing on nothing in particular to focusing on the girl in question. She didn't know what she had expected to see, but it wasn't what she took in. 

"[color=ff57ff]Are you alright?[/color]" Voice laden in concern. "[color=ff57ff]Is something wrong?[/color]"

Hazel jerked at that, realizing she had stopped walking, and probably wearing a strange look on her face. 

[color=fff79a]"I am alright. I..."[/color] she cocked her head, brow slightly furrowed in confusion. [color=fff79a]"...remembered Dr. Willis?"[/color]

Remembered wasn't quite the right word, but she could find no other word to describe what she had felt. What was she doing here? Hazel needed to get better; that last encounter would have earned his ire thats for sure, and displease them should they know about it. A laughably poor performance reserved only for incompetent people.

Unfortunately, her train of thought was completely derailed before she could say anything more about the Plant to Sienna, wide eyes focusing squarely upon the black and white man with black and white paint on his face. She did not know why but it made her skin crawl at the sight of him. Was it a mage of some sort? It was playing around with its abilities, making invisible objects at will. No, she had no desire to fight that thing, or even to go near it.

So why was it that her leg wasn't working?

[i][color=ff57ff]Who's Dr. Willis?[/color][/i] Siena didn't voice the thought, but it seemed that the good doctor was someone that brought Hazel concern. The brunette would have asked for more, if not for the fact that Hazel suddenly seemed to have her focus acutely torn from her. Unable to deny her own curiosity, Siena turned abruptly to try and see what had so easily pulled the Aberration's attention.

Ah, the thought came. 

"[color=ff57ff]Ah.[/color]" The word chimed. 

A moment passed, Siena staring and gaining no answers.

"[color=ff57ff]I don't think I understand.[/color]"

It seemed their staring brought the attention of the painted man, as he made use of imaginary binoculars to direct his attention to them. Despite the comically overexaggerated movements, Siena felt her hair stand on end, her feet taking her half a step back, the expression on her face becoming a strained fascimile of a smile. 

"[color=ff57ff]I don't understand.[/color]"

Having noticed them looking at him, he started to pull upon an invisible rope, slowly but surely dragging himself over to them. With every pull, with every feet nearer he comes, her chest seemingly developing a painful knot that grew tighter and tighter. It was some sorcery beyond her knowledge, her mind felt like it was running all over itself trying to figure out what was happening. 

[color=fff79a]"Serena, what is that?"[/color]

The man stopped suddenly, as if hitting a brick wall. In fact, he held up his hands and seemed to press into thin air, knocking on the invisible barrier that held him. Hands shaking, she held them up, trying to feel the invisible wall. Instead, the man toppled over, with the wall having apparently toppled over when she tried to touch them.

Wh-what was happening? Siena wished she had an answer for Hazel, her eyes following the monochrome misfit as he tumbled to the ground, seeming flattened by his own creation...but there hadn't been any sound to accompany the supposed weight. It was almost as if the anomaly's own weight had made minimal sound. Still, Siena's nerves were waiting and at the ready.

"[color=ff57ff]I-I'm...not sure.[/color]"

Cautiously, Siena took a hesitant step forward, one hand on her phone in case it became a necessity, one hand outstretched to the toppled man to offer aid as an apology apparently knocking a wall over on him.

"[color=ff57ff]Er...do you need help...?[/color]" 

He pat the wall a few times, as though struggling beneath its weight, and did not take Siena's hand. Assuming the worst, Siena knelt to try and lift whatever had fallen--except there was nothing there. Hands felt nothing but empty air, no invisible constructs, nothing. Helpless in her endeavor, the brunette glanced at Hazel, expression alight with both confusion and distress.

"[color=ff57ff]I-I don't underst--! Geh![/color]" The word was cut off as the man suddeny sprang to his feet, as though her attempts had managed to free him. Unfortunately, that sent Siena sprawling back, her feet reeling back and her heart thundering as she reached for her phone, the screen flashing to life as though the brunette was preparing for the worst.

[i]No[/i][color=fff79a][i]No.[/i][/color][color=2e2c2d]No.[/color]

The same words repeated itself over and over in Hazel's head, as she suddenly had a rather serene look upon her face. Without a word more, she sprinted full speed away, leaving Sienna to deal with the nightmarish mage. There were things she could fight, but this thing was not one she wanted to tangle with. Not when there was no telling what it can do, or what horrible powers it hid behind that eerily silent painted face.[/hider]