@Ambra I would say yes, but Liam and Sam are having a bit of a moment. Perhaps all of them can kind of walk in on what's going on. idk
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Oh, geez! I didn't know you were in the hospital. I'm sorry. :/ Get well soon! @Leolycan
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Sam Cross
The man named Matt began to theorize her abilities, narrowing the possible suspects to three. Even Sam knew the three he was talking about: Brand, Annie, and Shyvana. They all seemed very likely, with Brand and Shyvana (particularly the dragon) being her favorites, but the punk woman knew that if she ended up being Annie's avatar she might as well give up on the whole powers thing. There was no way in hell that she was going to embody that demon child of a champion and her humiliating little bear.
It was now Matt questioned on whether she had hit something recently. It took her off guard, but, quite frankly, she had been asked the question many times before in the past. Sam furrowed her eyebrows in confusion to this as she finished her last piece of pizza and shook her head no. Believe it or not, the woman with anger management issues had actually been a very good girl lately. She had a little scuffle with a handsy drunk bozo at work, but that was a few months ago, besides it had been a very good reason!
Matt's form blurred, and a gust of wind soared past her. To her surprise the man appeared behind her, now monologuing on about how he figured out his powers and how they related to personalities. She mostly didn't care, but what she did grasp from it was something very promising. If the part about the personalities was true, it was unlikely that she was imbued with Annie's abilities, after all, Sam was neither a little girl or exceedingly annoying.
At this time, it seemed as if Matt had given Liam a cue in his story and with a sigh the obedient dog followed the command, revealing Nasus' famous 'pimp' cane. It was super cool to see and left Sam breathless, but she wasn't going to give Liam the satisfaction of appearing amused, so she kept a cool expression on her face. The two went on about some unimportant personal banter until finally Matt addressed her a final time, requesting her to get angry and hit something. The woman scoffed, and asked challengingly. "Soo... you're asking me to go against everything my anger management counselor has been telling me sense I was fifteen?" It was true. 'No physical violence' was literally rule numero uno. As she let the question hang in the air, however, a devious smile began to break onto her face. "I'm game." She said as she tossed her plate to the side, the greasy thing flying to the floor, and swung her legs back onto the floor and rose up to her feet.
The woman began to look around for ideas. "Hmm... now how to make myself angry..." she murmured to herself. One silly idea came to mind and she snorted at the thought, "Well... don't get me started on Trump!" She snorted a few more laughs before taking it back with a, "Nah, just kidding. I have something better in mind..." Sam's gaze fell on Liam and she knew that she still wasn't through with what had happened earlier.
The woman strutted up to the big guy, not intimidated by the fact that she was very small in comparison to the blonde. "Yeah..." she said with a smile, "You'll do just fine." She shifted her weight from one hip to the other. "You see, I hate you. You just have this, 'I'm better than you' kinda vibe and that really ticks me off. Also, I could see it in your eyes earlier that you were holding your tongue while I ripped into you." As she said this, her face got closer and closer Liam's as if to challenge him to hold his ground. She said this next with a level just above a whisper dipped in venom. "So, how about we just get all of this shit out in the open, huh? Tell me how you really feel about me and I'll give a big load of what I hate about you, you mutt." With this last insult (of course regarding Nasus' being a glorified puppy) her words almost spat at him. Sam stood, looking up at the other, her glare unwavering and heat radiating off of her skin in the small and dangerous space the two occupied.
@Ambra Yep! I'm still here!
Sam Cross
It made her a little creeped out when the big boss man, Matt (she refused to give the idea of calling him after his champion name), started staring at her and moving his lips under his own breath. It was like she was being put under a microscope with the outward appearance almost reminding her of a person reciting some sort of silent incantation. It made her so uncomfortable that she decided to defuse it by engrossing all of her attention to her pizza.
Matt then went on to talk about said pizza and its humble origins. Sam thought it was a bit silly that they were wasting time on this topic of the pizza. It was just small talk to break the cold villainous tone that she still sensed in the air. If there was one thing she didn't like, it was small talk, but she decided to tolerate it for Artemis' sake. Perhaps it made her feel more comfortable.
Finally, the man came back to the meat of the matter and explained that the names were only to hide their identities. It seemed like a reasonable enough excuse, except for the fact that when he introduced them he used both their first name and their champion name. Also, even if both of those four letter names turned out to be deceptive as well, it would be very easy to figure out what their names really were. All you had to do was ask the innocent, elderly apartment owner from downstairs about what their real names were. Of course, then if those also turned out to be fake, that would mean that even before all of this powers mess they had been faking their identity, and that would bring about some dangerous suspicions. Why would they need to hide their names before any of this? Maybe... because they were villains!? It all seemed rather fishy to her, but she decided to let it go. She wasn't going to get anywhere on this notion. Besides, Sam wasn't the most pure, law abiding citizen either and that didn't make her a villain. She just wish they would stop acting so stiff, like talking to business men, and she couldn't deal with all of the formalities.
Then they finally got to some important points as they monologued. 1. Don't use your powers to hurt innocent people. 2. They were offering them all a place to stay. 3. They were inquiring about champions from Noxious or the Shadow Isles. "Well, you don't have to worry about me hurting any innocents, I just kinda thought that went without saying anyway." She brought a pizza piece to her mouth and took a bite as Artemis made a good point and the woman nodded in agreement to what was being said. They might have acquired some new abilities, but they were still living in the same world; a world with police, SWAT, and military. Still, Sam could imagine that many could just go under the radar and commit small crimes or just be really sneaky about it. No one in their right mind would start out strong arming the populous by creating collateral damage. Once Artemis was done, Sam made her next point. "As far as living with two men, one of which I know is an ass, I think I'll have to decline. I have my own space and that's how I like it." Besides, deep inside Sam was just very uncomfortable with very intimate social situation, communal living being one of them. She would loose her privacy and her quiet place to a venture introduced by two people she had yet to trust. In regards to the third point Artemis said no, and Sam replied, "Ditto."
Sam, like an impatient and eager child, went to her next point. "Now, I know this is a totally different subject, but I came here to learn more about what my champion might be and what I can do. Can we just skip to that part?" She said as she finished her last piece of pizza and wiped the flour and greasy residue on fingers onto the furniture she was lounging on and sat her plate onto a little table on the side.
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Sam Cross
Sam was listening to the conversation as one might listen to a train roar by as you rage at someone on the road. She was so focused on the own vicious monologuing in her head to care one bit about what that disrespectful ass-hat had to say. The man would glance at her now and again with a sense of discomfort and fuming and Sam would flick her eyes upward to meet it with full warning.
The elevator door opened, thrusting the heat (which Sam wasn't registering) into the space. Sam grudgingly detached herself from her spot on the wall and headed her way onto the new floor. The change in atmosphere somewhat offered a shift in her attitude, now just making her flaming rage into something more of just a really bad mood. The pair were swiftly abandoned by their host to go greet their new, more superior host. She could hear what they were saying about how they were the first to the arrive, and thus alone.
They were ushered into the lavish space, which again looked like a wealthy, evil businessman's penthouse, but altered in that it looked very prepped for a party. The woman's eyes locked onto the pizza and made no care for pleasantries like greeting her host first, but went straight to the food. She snatched three of the burning hot pieces of newly delivered pepperoni pizzas onto a plate and on her way to take a seat she stole herself a two sodas, one she placed in her purse for later and the other she had to have now. She fell down into a cushy recliner and swung her legs over the arm of it and started to devour her burning hot food. Naturally, she did not feel the usual, sharp burn of an impatient bite of pizza, but instead tasted heavenly deliciousness.
However, the one thing that soured the wonderful (though still fuming) experience were the introductions. The new man, Matt, introduced his friend/minion as his champion and himself as his own. This made Sam's eyebrows furrow. How odd... how... labeling? She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something in the way this introduction went was informative, yes, but very demeaning. Was this how it would be suddenly, that she would no longer be looked at as who she is, but of the power she held? Sam's feminist senses were well attuned to these injustices and was quick to combat it even though Artemis was just going along with it. "I get that you are trying to be straight to the point and all that, but you just call me Sam, okay? I am a human being with my own name and my worth and my identity will not be narrowed down to what crazy powers I have now." She said this with a great sense of pride and this injustice that had been suggested. She popped her soda with a hiss, took a swig and continued with a sigh. "Now, as far the champion who's powers I have, I don't really know, man. I know two things though. I made a cold cup of coffee boil with just my hands and I can't be burned." She offered this both as information and somewhat as a warning. Even though she didn't know how to really recreate or work with these new abilities she knew that being inflammable was pretty powerful.
I will be sure to post tomorrow, perhaps in the evening.
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