"You're appointing a fifteen-year-old as a chaperone?" China shook her head. "A fifteen-year-old I know well? Tell me, just how much of my reputation did you say you'd been told about?"
As enjoyable as Valkyrie's company was, she was still easily manipulated - as long as she wasn't aware of what you were doing. She had a typical teenage arrogance, believing herself to be a fully mature adult already when she was anything but. Of course, Valkyrie was a rather unique teenager in that when she complained about having the weight of the world on her shoulders, she actually did. But in a way, that just made it easier to manipulate her. She believed she had all the answers.
Erskine threw Solomon a look. Since he was still in a somewhat playful mood, it wasn't a very scathing look, but it was a look nonetheless. He held out his hand, condensed the moisture in the air around his fingers, and tossed it as if it were a full glass of water right into Solomon's face. "I think my resume," he responded evenly, "speaks for itself, Prophet. Besides, I'd probably just rearrange all the furniture in the areas you frequent every week." He glanced toward Dexter. "And I seem to recall you being grateful for Elementals back during the war. Respect your elders, Dex."
China smiled at the play on words, and finished her last circle with a flourish. "Almost done. Doe, if you could - "
She withdrew her hand in surprise when the statue lifted itself, hovered in the air for a moment, and then put itself down with the gentlest of landings. China turned to see Erskine with his hand still out, still grinning. "My magic gets stronger the more I use it, Dex. What does yours do, exactly?"
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As enjoyable as Valkyrie's company was, she was still easily manipulated - as long as she wasn't aware of what you were doing. She had a typical teenage arrogance, believing herself to be a fully mature adult already when she was anything but. Of course, Valkyrie was a rather unique teenager in that when she complained about having the weight of the world on her shoulders, she actually did. But in a way, that just made it easier to manipulate her. She believed she had all the answers.
Erskine threw Solomon a look. Since he was still in a somewhat playful mood, it wasn't a very scathing look, but it was a look nonetheless. He held out his hand, condensed the moisture in the air around his fingers, and tossed it as if it were a full glass of water right into Solomon's face. "I think my resume," he responded evenly, "speaks for itself, Prophet. Besides, I'd probably just rearrange all the furniture in the areas you frequent every week." He glanced toward Dexter. "And I seem to recall you being grateful for Elementals back during the war. Respect your elders, Dex."
China smiled at the play on words, and finished her last circle with a flourish. "Almost done. Doe, if you could - "
She withdrew her hand in surprise when the statue lifted itself, hovered in the air for a moment, and then put itself down with the gentlest of landings. China turned to see Erskine with his hand still out, still grinning. "My magic gets stronger the more I use it, Dex. What does yours do, exactly?"