Training Nao? (Open)

A sharp 'clank' echoed throughout the empty graveyard. A few small pieces of metal rained down from atop a small hill made of junk, effectively making loud clinks and clanks. Adailia pressed her foot down hard on a small pile of scrap metal, making it fall down. She was standing on top of... Maybe the highest hill in the place. She didn't know or care. She was training. Sort of. As the metal dropped down, she pushed. Not physically. That'd be weird, pushing on something that wasn't there. No, she was pushing mentally. That... still seems kinda weird. But it made more sense. She strained, her hands curling into tight fists, and pushed. To a normal person it would look like she was concentrating on not getting mad or something. The thinnest wall formed a sheet around her, wrapped around every contour of her body. It was a pale yellow-y-orange color. Her knuckles turned white from the strain, and one could almost expect the skin to split apart over the bones. Suddenly the wall shot out, a solid form snaking down the trash-head with the speed of sound. It stopped just underneath the scrap-metal, cradling the small silver pieces with the gentle touch of a mother.

It caught! she thought, smiling, her lips pulled back tightly over her clenched teeth. She apparently vexed it. No sooner had the thought drifted through her mind than the metal fell through the wall of materialized auraic power, making another clang. She gasped and let her concentration slip. The shield retreated, and once it got back to her body it seemed to fizzle into a fine mist, sparkling once before it was gone. She clutched her head with one hand, trying to control the throbbing of her temple. When the aura had come back, it felt like someone literally punched her in the stomach and kneed her face all at once. She didn't dare sink down to her knees, not feeling like having hamburger legs for the rest of her life from the sharp metal.

Metal seemed to fall from the sky, pieces landing here and there, the clinging and clanging of the parts echoed through Ashton's head. Wow, staying here all day would give someone a headache. But Ashton just needed some time to think, and this place, probably wasn't the best spot to go. All different types of metal echoed and screeched, she wasn't surprised that she hadn't have a cut yet. This place was a gong show. Her ears rung and her eyes focused on all of the falling pieces of metals. Geez. Looking at the tallest of hills of metal, Ashton saw a shape the didn't look like any type of broken machinery that she had seen before. Covering her eyes, to block the bright rays, she gazed up higher, it was a human. And it was female. Being the tad adventurous Ashton she was, she decided to climb up ....But how?

Maybe she could fly herself up, with wind? Yeah, lets try that. Gaining up most of her strength she presumed the position needed to get her power. She bent her knees and opened her eyes as wide as possible, yes, it was a rather weird position and it did looked retarded but, whatever. Soon wind came, it circled her, almost like a tornado, but not. It hurts her now clenched eyes as it took her farther up. Finally, she was up at the top, her mouth open as she tried to re-gain her breath back again. Looking, she noticed the person. It was Adailia. Ashton wasn't great friends with her, but she could always chat.

Adailia turned as a panting voice sounded beside her, eyes narrowed. "Ashton?" she questioned her voice still rough from the exertion of her powers. "What are you doing here? Besides... Flying?"

OOC: Museless...

"I was coming here, I don't really know why, just thought to come here." She finished, gazing down below. Had she really flown that high? "How did you get up here?" she asked curiously, her foot shuffling a few stray nuts and bolts. At the top everything seemed to be pretty much packed down, except the smaller pieces of metal, it was actually a nice spot to go to. And being up so much higher she didn't notice the noise as much. Maybe it was a good idea to come here after all.

Same :/

"Climbed," she said simply, motioning to the smoother side of the hill. There was a few things she could use to make a ladder. Like... A huge metal box that was surprisingly light. She'd gotten on top of that, then found something else to climb on. Adailia ran her fingers through her hair, feeling tired and hungry all of a sudden. "Hey, have you heard anything about Game and them?"

"I've heard nothing what so ever, unfortunately. Mind telling me?" she asked, hoping to finally start a good conversation. Ashton grabbed her dark dark brown hair and twisted it into a ponytail and fastened it with a random tie around her boney wrist, it sure was hot out. If only she could make a small storm around the sun... She would have to train more to be able to do that. Sighing, she focused her attention back to her friend, Adailia.

Game felt tired as he trudged through the metal, being careful not to make a sound. Humans weren't even allowed in this district, but he had come anyway. He was looking for some specific metal that he couldn't describe. This place was so boring. He hated coming here, one of the reasons he sent Cezar and Cheryl to do his dirty work here. It was a good thing too, they needed to get off their lazy butts and do some work, instead of sitting their and taking up space. As he walked along the metallic paths, looking for something he could use to create a second, spare engine. He heard noises. Like voices. His instant idea was too run, run as fast as he could. Aliens often came here to dump off garbage, and if they saw him... Well, Len was proof enough of what might happen. But these voices were familiar, at least one of them was anyway. Slowly, he started towards them, hiding behind a pillar of garbage to make sure he wasn't seen. He peeked his head out, seeing Adailia clearly.

He looked at her for a second, transfixed by her beauty, and confusion. Then he heard his voice, she was talking about him. He couldn't help but smile. She must really like me then... he thought... But then frowned, what if it was something bad, not wanting to move or make a sound, he attempted to hold his breath. He could tell that she was talking with someone else, by the fact that there was a reply, a questioning reply, easily distinguished when the girls voice rose in the same way people did when asking a question, if that made sense...

"Heh, I don't know anything either. I've been out here all day..." Adailia smirked slightly, noting how Ashton pulled her hair back. It wasn't all that hot... But then she was only wearing a thin red tank top and jean shorts. She sighed. "Last I heard they were building a spaceship to save Len...." She made a small motion with her hand. "It got so loud in there that I couldn't concentrate enough to train. So I came out here." She started to sit down, tired of standing, when she remembered that she'd be cut to ribbons by the metal. "Er, you wanna sit down? It is pretty hot," she excused, pushing again with her mind to make a light yellow-y-blue box that covered over the metal. It wasn't as hard to do, since she'd trained on doing this first. She motioned to the aura, feeling the tiniest strain from it, and sat down, crossing her legs.

Ashton nodded as Adailia told the story, Len... Yes, she had remembered that name from somewhere. "A spaceship?" her eyes widened at all of the hard work that would be involved, "Fun." she said sarcastically. "Sitting down sound great." Ashton's legs felt like the were going to shrivel up and give way. She took a few steps to the right and sat down next to Adailia, crossing her legs as well. Suddenly a very faint sound of footsteps neared, she peered over to her left, but nothing was there. "Did you hear something?" she asked, wondering if an Alien had come, if so ... They would end up like that Len girl.

Adailia hadn't heard anything, and her face showed the slightest irritation. "I didn't hear anything," she said, focusing on not dropping them on the sharp metal.

So they weren't actually talking about him. Not yet anyway, just about the spaceship. How disappointing. He had expected something more gossipy from girls, but he couldn't expect them to stay on topic for long. At least, that's how all the girls he knew before had acted, Adailia seemed to be the exception to the rule, which is what made this so strange. The other girl, however, could be just an average girly girl. A fact that made him sad. Were there any pretty, eccentric girls in the world anymore?

OOC: Fail... post.

Adailia didn't wait for an answer before looking around, scanning for just sight. Not aura-sight. No, that was more like infared. Which was way cool, but it took a major drain on her energy and made her feel like throwing up. She didn't spot anything and shrugged. "There's nothing there, But I can always go check it out." She jumped up, the shield never wavering a she half-slid half-jumped down the hill of junk.

"Nah. Its okay. I'm probably just hearing this. You would never know with all of this metal clashing." she tried, but Adailia was already half way down. Not wanting be be loner-ish and because of the boredom, Ashton went down as well. But instead of sliding and cutting herself up, she created a wind storm, once again, but this time its was small, and stuck close to the mountain. Almost like she was riding an escalator but it was made out of wind. The thought struck her, it made her homesick. She missed riding the escalator with her mother when the two went to the mall. Shaking it off, she landed on the ground with a thud. Who knew that that could be so tiring? It seemed like she could barely use her powers with out heaving. Gosh she was out of shape...

:/