[center][u]Anya's apartment. Brooklyn, New York City[/u][/center]

Anya laid in bed, not even half asleep but still unwilling to get up. Why did waking up have to happen? Thank god she didn't have classes today, she'd die. Not even figuratively, she would just drop dead. She blew upwards, trying to get hair out of her face without having to move. Unfortunately the hair proved a little more stubborn than anticipated, and finally she was forced to push it out of her face. As she held her hand up to the light, she noticed the brace that covered her forearm.

Still there huh? She'd tried everything, hot water, melted butter, other assorted fluids, and finally just tried cutting it off. Her scissors broke in two, and her sharpest knife shattered into pieces.

So that was annoying.

She knew it was worthless, but she still tried to pry if off of her arm, groaning and rolling as she tried to use her foot to push it off of her wrist. Stupid thing didn't even move an inch. She flailed and growled, but nothing worked, she almost tried using her teeth again, but she still had the chip from last time and didn't wanna risk flat out losing one. She didn't know why she still tried, she'd done it again and again but the thing was still bound to her wrist like it had the world's best glue on the underside. She kept trying again and again, even as the thing left a nick on her finger that stung like you wouldn't believe.

She finally huffed and pushed her way into a seated position. She looked at the stupid golden thing, probably the ugliest thing she'd seen in her life, and she cursed it, she cursed herself for ever walking into that building.

Finally she just had a fit. It was childish, something she considered beneath her, but eventually she just collapsed into hysterical growling, spouting nonsense words and flailing in anger.

A yellow glow pulled her out of her furious movements. Hanging from the underside of the brace. A chain of some kind. As she moved to look more closely it moved by itself, moving into a position that was easier for her to see from. It stood upwards in the air, ignoring gravity. As she inspected it, it slowly shifted into a golden ribbon. That was fascinating. She was still mad, she swore, but it was just so intriguing, she couldn't help but stare at it. She played with it a while, wrapping it around her fingers and knocking it around. Finally she wrapped it around the finger that she had nicked earlier. When she removed it, the cut was gone, not even a scab or anything, just... gone. Like she'd never cut herself in the first place.

She stared at the ribbon, holding it in her hands with an astonished look on her face.

It was still hideous and she wished she didn't have it, but god if that wasn't cool as hell. And it could heal paper cuts? That was much, much appreciated. Finally she stood, still with the ribbon wrapped around her fingers.

She felt like she understood how to move it, to manipulate it without even touching it. She thought about it, and then the ribbon disappeared, just like that. She suddenly felt very powerful.

Anya decided to get changed real quick, then she'd look more closely at this. Even if she thought it ugly as sin, it was worth investigating. Maybe she could even figure out a way to get it off. Though it was taking more and more to convince herself that was what she wanted.