Tea for Two (INV)

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Have you ever sat on the deck of a borrowed sea-front property, cup of tea in hand, fresh pancakes steaming, dressing gown and sun glasses. Then watched the sun peak over the horizon, the streaks of orange spill over the reflective water, light fills the world and everything gets all warm and fuzzy. A squad of lackeys at your back armed to the teeth with the biggest and shiniest weapons money can buy, complete silence but the wind, the waves, and the tinkle of metal on ceramic as the tea was slowly stirred. A slow, peaceful violin starts behind you, heralding the arrival of a new day, dramatic yet restrained, vibrant yet smooth. A perfect morning?

Vee has.

For this was her dawn into the new day, she loved Sunday's. The chime of the morning church bell would ring in a few hours, the commuters would rush around, so many people living so many lives. It amazed her that so many people could be so complex and yet you never know what secrets people could have. Some have bigger ones than others, some have the exact same secret as everyone around them, but convinced they are unique, special, that they experience it in a way that no one could ever understand. Vee was glad she was such an open book. It allowed her to have no secrets, she kept nothing from anyone who asked. She had the power and the influence to do what she wanted and no one mortal could stop her even if they knew the blueprints of her plans. Anything was worth paying for the price of freedom, even privacy.

Her hand waved, a copy of it appearing by the cart of pancakes and pushing it closer to her deck chair. The copy stopped, holding the cart still as it reached her, then disappearing. She smiled, lifting the plate onto her lap, then frowning at her angle. She looked up at the men and coughed sweetly. "Would you dears mind sitting me up? I cannot enjoy my pancakes like this or I may choke."They hurried to her back, lifting it up and slotting it in a higher place so she could eat properly. Calmly slicing through her pancakes, when a shout and footsteps came racing towards her, it seemed the people she 'borrowed' the house from had escaped the cupboard. She snapped her fingers, guns coming up and opening fire at someone she could not see, a thud could be heard as it went down to a trickle then stopped. She smiled again, wafting the pancakes around to stop the smell of coppery blood from ruining her appetite, but nothing could stop the blood from washing under her chair. She would need to finish and move quickly. While she had influence, unneeded publicity could be dangerous, and gunfire had been known to attract certain things with more bite than a smoky bear.

Techniques used:

Name: Interpretive Dance
Class: Hand to Hand
Tier: I-III
Type: Offensive
Range: 50m
Description: Vee's movements are copied anywhere in the range of the tech in a reishi form. This can only effect one limb at a time and for no more than two posts each and at the max speed for the used tier, the lower the tier, the faster they can be used in succession. The location of creation and movement after that is decided by the user, for example: Vee holds her hand out and grab thin air, 70m away, a hand closes around a coffee, the decision is then hers to move that hand, however not the position it is in. The way it is when it is created is how it must stay until the tech is over, however these limbs do not have joints and so attempts to move or bend the fingers are futile unless with a tech of equal or greater tier in which case the limb breaks.