Marcus had just finished sealing the door in place with some ice, using the reservoir from his borrowed Camelbak, as the others being to practice with their powers. He was listening to the rest of the group as he finished creating a light ice barrier along the edge of the door sealing it off. The door held for the time being and he turned to see the rest of the group?s experiments.
The molten metal that was previously on the ground had caused the cracks on the floor to expand, although that could have also been caused by Chris? ground punching endeavor. Adam made an agreeable notion not spar for the time being, that Marcus had nothing to add to, before turning him into a human tesla ball. Kayla was using Noels work with the metal to morph herself an interesting spire before it cooled off and was raised a bit before clamoring to the ground. Last was Lisette who also hosted an ice manipulation power. She had started to throw and direct ice balls around the room like a telekinetic with a tennis ball.
Marcus noting her ability attempted to recreate it as he shifted the ice from his chest to his forearm enveloping it completely. From his palm he tried to raise a sphere, but a thinning link from his arm persisted until the weight of the ball caused it to break off and fall to the ground. Marcus looked up and sighed as Lisette launched a spear at Noel, Dom, and Adam that dispersed into a large number of fast moving shards.
Marcus? enhanced speed kicked in on reflex, as he crossed the room and got in front of where Noel, Dom, and Adam were standing. The ice on his forearm extended out sideways as he raised his arm in front of himself, creating a shield. Had he had better control of his powers, his shield might have been a wall, or at least large enough to cover the whole he was trying to protect, but instead only the main body of the spear was stopped and several pieces of ice continued past him.
His enhanced speed turned off as he had to focus on absorbing the ice shards into his shield to prevent it from falling apart. As Marcus retracted his shield, so he wouldn?t fall over when he tried to turn around, he asked, ?is everyone back there alright??
"...Well, it could've been worse..." Dom piped up through a nervous chuckle. The few shards of ice Marcus failed to catch had found themselves embedded on Dominic's person, like an express form of acupuncture gone terribly right (or, in this case, left). The ice left more of a numbing sensation than any real pain, accompanied by a chill that ran through his body.
Picking one of the pieces (out) of his cheek, he approached the defensive ice manipulator. "Hey Marcus, what's cooler than being cool?" He quipped, what wounds left by the ice quickly sealing up.
?Not saying corny shit like that?? Marcus retorted back as he watched Dom?s wounds from the ice shards quickly heal up. ?That healing power of yours seems pretty ill though.?
?Liz, do you think you could avoid turning Adam, Dom, and Noel to pincushions?? Marcus half joked after seeing that Dom had taken the clear brunt of the missed shards since Noel?s body heat had melted the rest heading towards Adam and herself.
"I second this!" Dom quickly added, raising and waving a hand like an eager kindergartener.
"I tried. It was rather difficult to aim properly... Maybe less of a sweeping motion next time, and more of a direct push," Lisette mused, losing track for a second. "Um, sorry about that. Shouldn't happen again. In theory."
?Maybe we should just point you towards a corner away from everyone else. We can give you back Dom as a target if he keeps making bad puns. Otherwise I?m not sure that I?ll be able to make a shield again if it wasn?t the ?sweeping motion.?? Marcus said as he tried to produce an ice ball from his hand again only to fail to disconnect the link, like he had before. He gave up and retracted the sphere of ice and instead tried making a wide and flat spike from the top of his wrist, which actually formed to his desire.
?I don?t think I?ll be able to help you figure it out though. My powers can?t get the ice to disconnect from my body. It?s worse than an overly obsessive stalker.? Marcus said as the ice around his arm dropped to the floor and refused to move until he pressed his foot to it and it climbed back up his body and back to his arm.
"So you can't throw ice around like I've been doing? Fascinating. People with the same power displaying them in different ways." Lisette froze another lump of ice from her supply as she spoke, tossing it from hand to hand. "Still, you could probably use that as armour. I don't know if I can do the same."
"Y'know, me being a target would imply that she could hit me in the first place." Dominic cut through the train of thought the two were riding. "...I mean she already did, technically, but she probably couldn't do it on purpose." He egged on, clearly providing a challenged for those that seemed to need it. "You too, Marcus, go ahead and try." He began taking a few steps back with the boast, as a person with new acquired healing abilities would do.
All it took was a couple quick steps and Marcus hit Dom harder than intended while Dom was on his off foot and sent him stumbling back to the wall beside the Camelbak. ?Sorry about that, but you were wrong. I?m just glad you didn?t break the water balloons, although they're mostly useless since I need to be in contact with water seemingly, and Liz?s aim would just send most of them to the ground anyways.? Marcus said, as he thought over what Lisette just said about their powers working differently despite both of them controlling ice.
"Oh, you say that..." Lisette chuckled as she shaped her ice into another sphere. Tossing it straight up in the air, she brought her throwing arm down to point at Dom. Again the sphere changed direction mid-flight, making a beeline straight for him.
"Geez-!" He grabbed for the nearest thing to protect himself with. Which was, of course, the backpack Marcus shoved him into. WHUMP! The ball of ice slammed into the bag. He scrambled to his feet after that, in an attempt to distance himself from the sphere before it could be retargeted. "Adam, Noel, a little assistance, if you may?" He asked with a wild, excited smirk as he dove behind the two. He unzipped the Camelbak's main compartment as he did so. In his second breath, he began pelting them from beyond Noel's shoulders, in the direction of those two who wanted target practice.
