[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c482a-28a5-765e-b03f-8894592cf4d7.webp[/img][/center][center][/center][hr] [hr][center][b][color=ffcb00]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival 
[b][color=ffcb00]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Thousand-Faced Rose, Rune Stones
[b][color=ffcb00]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] Letterman jacket, baggy pants, sneakers.[/center][hr]

Every word this frosty bitch spoke made Leah feel a bit less intimidated by a social encounter. Largely because she was feel more and more willing to be the [i]opposite[/i] of social. Her expression made it clear she wasn't very impressed. Maybe it said something about her that she was feeling like being bitchy in return, but [i]holy hell.[/i] Leah was pretty antisocial her first year, but she wasn't [i]that[/i] bad, was she? Maybe most giants were just like that. Maybe it was in their blood or some shit. Or maybe Leah was just overthinking a social encounter with someone who very clearly didn't want to be bothered.

Still, she could've just told Leah to leave her the hell alone. Like... Damn, girl, who experimented on [i]you[/i] when you were thirteen? How tragic is [i]your[/i] backstory? Gods forbid Leah just actually go out of her way to make a friend [i]one fucking time.[/i] 

[color=ffcb00]"Okay, fine. Fuck me for trying to be nice to someone, I guess. I can take a hint,"[/color] She lied. [color=ffcb00]"I'll leave you alone. You know, I hear Death Valley's got way less people in it, maybe you'll like it better there."[/color] What the fuck did she come all the way here from Australia for with that fucking attitude? Fucking frigid bitch.

Leah turned and walked off past Princess Snowball. Her grip around her sword's hilt tightened. [color=ffcb00]"I'm gonna go and see if April's dead or not,"[/color] She said to Sabine. [color=ffcb00]"Text you about it in a few minutes."[/color]

[color=b940da]"She's fine,"[/color] She twinkish girl with the tube told her. [color=b940da]"They're answering their phone right-"[/color]

[color=ffcb00]"Cool."[/color]

And then she was gone.

She walked in that direction, mulling over the nuclear dumpster fire of a conversation she just had with that girl. Could she have said something different? Maybe. Bringing up the fact that Jotunheim was cold probably stupid... Honestly, it'd be great if Skoll ate the moon right about now so she'd have something to distract herself with. Her face felt hot, she was [i]embarrassed.[/i] Fuuuuck, she hated feeling anxious about something so stupid.

There were noises coming from a tent. Immediately, Leah was reminded of the one she got a [i]very[/i] bad reading in a few months ago. Normally, she wouldn't dare go inside that tent again, especially if that one [i]wasn't[/i] Agatha's, but she recognized the voices inside. April's, Danni's, and a few others. So, being the socially-inept fuckwit that she was, Leah walked towards the crowded tent and pulled open one of the flaps.

[color=ffcb00]"What the hell are you people shouting about in here? Why's the floor covered in ice? Did-"[/color] Leah immediately snapped her attention to someone she didn't recognize. Some blonde girl their age. That Millicent girl was in here along with them.

[color=ffcb00]"Hi, whoever you are. So... Anyone in here get hurt from [i]flying over the school?"[/i][/color] She asked, turning her attention to April and her brother.

[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c4842-fdb0-726a-bb52-4bfd95680e14.webp[/img][/center][center][/center][hr] [center][b][color=b940da]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival 
[b][color=b940da]Magic Items:[/color][/b] [sub]She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.[/sub]
[b][color=b940da]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] Floral button-up, slacks, converse shoes.[/center][hr]

Marlena did not, in fact, get it.

[color=b940da]"That sounds pretty cool,"[/color] Marlena commented, swerving the conversation back from whatever the hell that giant girl was on. How did a cube with thoughts [i]sleep?[/i] [color=b940da]"Minus the part about someone getting shot down. I haven't seen a bear around here yet, though, maybe you rolled low? I wish I saw sparkly women in [i]my[/i] dreams."[/color] She chuckled and stood up, spinning the tube on its side and resting it over her shoulder to get out of the way of people sliding down. 

She assumed post-cog meant seeing stuff that happened in the past. Like memories after a fight or something. [color=b940da]"What was I doing in your dreams, though? I don't have any swords. Just a knife I keep around for when I'm out around other people."[/color]

To demonstrate, she held a hand out. A close observer may have seen her veins turn purple for a moment, and then a [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019deb73-a0ce-749f-a980-eee620567b2d.webp]butterfly knife[/url] flew from her belt and inches away from her palm. The blade was hidden inside its handles, and she held it up to show Sabine and and Carlos. [color=b940da]"I don't really fight like a lot of mutants, or even really show it off, so I keep this with me. It's pretty cool how so many people around here are packing swords like it's nothing, though. I was surprised when I learned weapons are just [i]normal[/i] here, so when I-"[/color]

Marlena's hand moved as she was talking. Because of course it did, that was just a thing people did. But she clammed up quick when the purple knife streaked across her peripheral vision. It actually made her flinch, how quickly it moved. Like a damn rock from a slingshot, it went [i]smack[/i] against Carlie's abdomen and bounced off thanks to the handle being locked. [i]That[/i] was why she always insisted on carrying a butterfly knife, opposed to a switchblade with test springs or some kind of fixed-blade knife that could just fall on someone's foot and take a toe.

Her face frowned as it hit the snow. [color=b940da]"Sorry! Power thing..."[/color]