Need A Hand? (Open)

[Joy]

Despite the clear blue sky and crisp air, an odd streak of smoke could be seen in the sky near the front lawn of Cabal's academy.  Another couple tendrils joined in, clawign their way up into the sky and dancing together as they grew higher. 

On the ground, a bird hung on a series of sticks meant to be used as a roasting spit and handles, kidnling on the ground as joy struggled to get a spark to catch.  A groved piece of wood held etran kindling and leaves as she worked another into the same groove, scowling for a moment before letting out a small huff of frustration before dropping to one knee and moving the debris around with her good, normal hand.

"This was so much easier with two hands."

[Drake]

Drake would laugh as he heard the woman's comment.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

He would say diverting his course to talk to her.

[Joy]

Joy glanced up, still trying to get the fire to catch after it had gone out, her movements not even pausing at the sight of the other person. A boy, almost, or seemed that way, but without the innocence she'd seen on some around here. Her eyes went from his face to his arm before she grunted in acknowledgement and refocusing on her task.

"Don't have to. You already know."

[Drake]

Drake nodded.

"Fair enough."

He would squat down and look at what she was trying to accomplish.

"Need a hand?"

He would say holding up his one hand.

[Joy]

She stopped, looking at him again in disbelief, tension rising like a dark aura from her as she tried not to react as she would with her brother. Their humors were similar. Painfully so.

"Sure."

[Drake]

Drake reached in and spread the debris as well, then held up a rock.

"Here, try striking my rock with one of your own. Hit it hard enough to cause sparks, but not too hard or the rocks will crumble."

[Joy]

Her expression went from wary consideration to full deadpan, picking up two rocks with her good hand and setting one on her knee before holding it up beside her face, displaying it for him to see clearly, before closing her hand into a fist and crushing it. Dust dripped from the edge of her hand as she felt the rock give way like a ragdoll beneath her touch.

"I know." She had been making fires all her life, had been stronger than many that she'd met since being here. He acted like she was an idiot at the most basic things, when she doubted many at the academy could do this.

Sighing, she let the rock fall into the mess of kindling before grabbing the second rock and striking it against his own, his grip sturdier than her lone thumb.

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Acquired Ability: "Scorpion Grip!": With the power of 60,000 newtons of force Joy is able to grip adding her full energy stat to her Attack stat.

Qi Uses: 1/22

[Drake]

Being nice is hard. This chick thought he was being a dick, and for fucking once he wasnt trying to be.

"You'd be surprised to know how many don't know basics like this."

He would say with a shrug. As her strike would cause some small sparks to fly.

[Joy]

Joy's mouth set in a tight line with a long-suffering expression.

"I've seen what people are like here. They're soft." She struck the rock again, a little harder, nudging the kindling as sheused her thumb of what used to be her hand to soot it close.

[Drake]

"Soft is a bit of an understatement."

Drake would say with a roll of his eyes as the hit caused enough sparks to light up some of the dry grass. He would hold his hand over it to guard it as he breathed into the embers to make the fires grow a little.

"Have any more you can add to this?"

[Joy]

She looked down at the spark, a brief moment of understanding filling her. She'd have to try fighting this one sometime. At the question, however, Joy rose to her feet as her gaze fell on a nearby tree.

"Not yet." Without waiting for a response, she would reach up and start snapping dead branches off, using one hand to pull herself up and sit in the lowest branch.

[Drake]

"That'll work."

Drake commented as he collected the branches she snapped and added them to the baby flames.

"Looks like this time the fire will stay lit. Your dinner is saved."

[Joy]

"Good." She leaned forward, pushing herself off the branch with her good hand and landign on her feet, tattered coat touching the ground as she crouched ot absorb the impact before walking over to the fire pit she'd scooped out. It wasn't large, enough for dinner, which consisted of a pretty large bird with thighs the size of her head.

"What's your name?" She'd add some of the branches as well, the fire climbing as she stopped to adjust the cooking spit.

[Drake]

"Drake."

He contemplated sharing his last name, but he no longer wanted to be associated with the Normans name, and there were too many Sudeki walking around as is. Maybe just keep it simple for now.

"Yours?"

[Joy]

No last nae. She wondered if he was like her.

"Joy." She would rotate the bird some more, satisfied with the flames.