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It's a rainy afternoon in glorious Chicago, and as such, Zoharin wisely has decided to remain indoors. After all, there was studying to be done.
But unlike those who would spend their study time in the library, Zora has found herself in the records room, poring over old cases and assignments from her mother's era. Partially to fact-check Aaliyah's versions against recorded history, but also to get a better idea of the Academy as a whole.
There's a saying about those who ignore History, after all.
So she sits, back against a wall, leafing through first-hand reports in a manila dossier. Occasionally, her eyes flick up to the open door, ensuring no sudden surprises as she reads.
Eric strolls in himself. Surprised to see the door open as he slides his ID back into his pocket with a shrug. Walking in though he was greeted with the sight of a new girl. At least new to him.
"Hey."
He'd start thumbing through old files himself. He wanted to double check some of the stuff that had happened with U2 and compare it against the LIFE incident and Kalhan.
As he tilts, she manipulates the page to give him a better view. She read silently to herself a bit as she does.
"Hm," she snorts a bit, seemingly impressed. "The Academy's government funding was cut, and instead of obeying government orders, many agents chose instead to go on the run. When standard reclamation proved unreliable, an automated intelligence was utilized instead: Legion."
She lets out a low whistle. "Standard reclamation - a.k.a. turning those who did come quietly on their former friends," she remarks, her tone surprisingly neutral. It's hard to tell just how she feels about that.
"I don't know what I'd do if the Military just showed up and demanded to take me in because of what I am. I can't really blame them for running. That's all kinds of fucked up."
"Natural," she'll say, heading out to the courtyard and shrugging off her jean jacket. "Mighta got it from Mom. She lost hers during that whole... thing, but maybe the genetics or whatever stick around. I don't know really."
She takes a deep breath and steps away from him. "You'll want to stay over there. I'm not super practiced at it yet."
She smiles weakly, closes her eyes, and explodes. The cloud of sand that once was Zora launches out in all directions violently as her clothes fall in a pile on the ground. She scatters in the air for a moment before returning to itself, swirling into a mini-tornado. The tornado swirls, condenses on itself, and whirls back into the pile of clothes.
The clothes lift up, forming a vaguely human-shaped form before she reshapes inside of her outfit once more. She grins.
He keeps his distance, his eyes widening at her display of power. His jaw nearly dropped.
"Holy fucking shit! That is amazing. Can you control yourself fully as a sandstorm!? What happens if I jar part of you up as sand? Can you reform with other sand? Or does it have to be that sand!? How long can you stay like that?"
He was just exploding with questions. He had never seen a transformation power like that. It was fucking amazing!
"Uhhh," She pauses, looking at him like a deer in the headlights. From all her practicing by herself in her room, she was only really ever able to learn how to explode on command.
"I don't... know?" She shrugs sheepishly. "I pretty much can only make the change the one way - big time sandsplosion," she says, mimicking an explosion with her hands. "After that, I can more or less go where I want but, well..."
She tugs at her shirt nervously. "I, uh, kinda have to come back to the same place."
She awkwardly reaches to grab her jacket from the ground too, suddenly realizing she isn't wearing it.
"Oh. Alright. I know how that is. I used to have to touch my portals when I made them. Like physically punch a hole in space. I'd be willing to try and help you out though if you ever want."
"Cool, thanks," she says, smiling a little as she puts on the jacket. "That'd be... really awesome actually."
An idea strikes her, and her meek smile turns into a full-on grin. "But right now, I think fair's only fair. I wanna see those portals, Captain Butthole."