[open] love is not enough

[erbier]

CHARACTERS: Ilde and Open
WHERE: "The Ballet Studio" - Bout It Out gaming parlor
WHEN: 037
SUMMARY: Another training montage, seriously? Bout it out fights among hosts...
WARNINGS: Likely to get gory and gross if Ilde is exercising her powers/her imagination.

The Ballet Studio is quiet this time of day. It is a sleek and high end parlor, meant for workaday professionals to unwind in at night more so than a place for the young and restless to while away their afternoons. It has large frosted windows with streams of natural light and just about every surface has been polished to a beautiful mirrored finished. The music from above is soothing and quiet. Aside from the workers themselves, who pay no attention as they go about polishing glasses and other prep work for the evening, there are only one or two day drinkers at the end of the bar, paying equally little attention as they read news article and flip through gossip vlogs.

Ilde prefers it vastly, and it is one of few moments of relative privacy she's had in the city since the bombing. She fits in neatly with the surroundings, tidy and cleanly, and even the way she approaches the Bout It Out ring, she remains serenely disinterested.

The invitation she sends out to the other hosts is not quite explicit, not so much in words, but it is a pull. She is curious to see who will follow her thread to meet her.

Comments

[whowhatnow]

Somebody is certainly tugged along - within a few minutes, a casual figure approaches, his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie as he bobs his head along to the beat from the headphones on his ears. Nathaniel peers at the boards, before shrugging and pressing the "challenge" button.

He's a newbie to this game too (even though he was the one collecting all the merchandise of it a while back) but it's worth a try. His avatar is a bit on the creepy side - it looks human and wears casual cloths like him, but it has an absolutely blank, flat grey slate for a face. The name reads W.Harcrow, with a NO DATA label. He shrugs again, glancing over at Ilde, and as he steps up to the platform, his voice ringing clear in her head.

(So...what's up? Needed some company?)

[erbier]

( Hello, Nate. )

A quiet greeting and she smiles faintly from across the ring, not insincerely, but she never quite grins all the way.

( This game seemed to be good practice... for our telepathic abilities. )

There was mental fortitude and flexibility implied by the game that Ilde thinks is useful.

( And for my abilities, particularly. )

[whowhatnow]

(I've never actually given this game a try! I modified my avatar back in the day, but I never did anything with it. Thanks for giving me the chance to give it a go.)

He can't help but wink over at her - to anyone looking, he might just seem overly flirtatious.

(Your abilities? Wait, you can use them in this game?) There's a pause, as he moves to fiddle with his music player. (You've got them under control?)

[erbier]

To an onlooker, she is utterly placid in response to his flirtation, instead just combing her fingers through her hair to smooth it out over one shoulder.

( I am a Rho, the root of my power is in my mind, my imagination. ) That's how she understands it anyway, and with the way she takes to her symbiote type, she has seen no reason to believe otherwise. ( My control has been very much improved since the incident. )

Overreaching her bounds so thoroughly at the tournament, and losing all sense of herself, had taught her a great deal about her limitations, how to sense how, how to stretch herself to her fullest with straining herself.