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[h1][color=0080ff]Niah Bautista[/color][/h1]
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[color=0080ff]Location:[/color] Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota
[color=0080ff]Skills:[/color] Roman Mythology 
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Niah wasn't excited about putting on the armor. Well, she was. She wanted to wear it, but she was nervous that it might be cursed. Niah put it on, Roman armor hadn't changed much in the centuries since Scipio Africanus. Once she finished she started floating into the air. [color=0080ff]"Oh no!"[/color] She shouted. Niah tried to figure out if there was a way to control it, but she couldn't figure it out.

[color=0080ff]"Help."[/color] She squeaked out at them. It was a good thing she wasn't afraid of heights. [color=0080ff]"I don't know how to control this thing. I didn't want to put it on because I was worried it might be cursed and here I am floating uncontrollably in the air."[/color] She hoped one of them would grab her leg and pull her down, or somehow knew the commands for it.

Niah thought about it, if this had any word commands or anything she had never heard of them, but she suspected it was like any other demi-god ability. That meant she might be able to control it like the mist. She took a deep breath and lowered herself to the ground. [color=0080ff]"I did it!"[/color] She said joyfully. [color=0080ff]"It is sort of like controlling the mist."[/color] She explained. [color=0080ff]"I wonder, both of you hold onto my arms. If I can fly with both of you holding onto me maybe we can just fly to Mount Rushmore."[/color] She did worry they might get lost, but at it was an option.