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Free pulleys? Spoiled.

[ Kate is joking, obviously, and doesn't seem to mind getting dragooned into helping out. She's quick up the ladder after Johanna, hopping up onto the platform and heading for the edge so she can sit with the legs dangling over the side. ]

Instead of a pulley, you should just practice moving stuff with your mind. People here can do that now, along with all the mind reading feeling sharing making stuff appear things.

['They' = 'the Capitol' so, no. Not spoiled. Fortunately for Kate, Johanna is in a fairly indulgent mood, the kind of mood where she can laugh at just how spoiled she used to be. Or snort, anyways, which she does as she goes over to a pile of blankets in the corner of the platform.

Less amusing is this whole bullshit magic thing. Her mouth curls, wryly, as she shakes out one of the blankets.]

Yeah, awesome. I'll get right on that.

[Not.]

Edited (whOOps :S) 2015-11-04 16:00 (UTC)

Actually.

[ Kate starts and then stops, considering further before she turns to scootch across the floor and lean her back against the wall, pulling her legs inside to cross in front of her. She stays out of the way of Johanna's blanket-shaking but leans forward, forearms on her knees. ]

Do you need one just for a little while to pull things up or did you want a permanent one? Because I think I might be able to give you one for half an hour or so.

[Still engaged in the business of briskly shaking out her blanket, Johanna shoots Kate a look. There is a slight tinge of suspicion to it, disguised mostly by a mask of sarcasm. Pinched mouth, narrow eyes.]

You've been practicing?

[--Which she doesn't say with any wariness, or anything. But she's also not impressed.]

Yes.

[ It's not exactly a challenge, the way Kate turns to look at Johanna as she responds. Not quite daring her to disapprove. But it's deliberate: she wants to see the reaction. Even as she's also shrugging. ]

I'm not going to ignore a tool this useful. We need all the help we can get around here.

[She doesn't look at Kate. But everything from the set of her jaw and the muscle working in her cheek and the narrow set of her eyes, to that deliberate way that she isn't looking: that's enough to suggest how she feels.

Savagely, she kicks at her own blankets, shoving them back toward the corner.]

Maybe you do.

[ Kate keeps looking. At the jaw working and the blanket kicking. Especially the kicking. She rolls her eyes.

And then closes them, her own hand opening before her. It's empty, and then it's not: an axe sits in her palm, visually identical to the one Johanna carried on the TQ.

She flips it once, catching the handle in her palm. ]

Yeah, this isn't useful at all.

[There isn't a whole lot of light for the axe to gleam in. There's a little, and when it catches Johanna's eye, she looks, because that's what you do when there's a weapon gleaming in your periphery. Old habits die hard. She used to be on edge with Kate, thinking she was going to kill her, or could be convinced to, or something. There's a little of that old reaction in the hitch of her shoulders.

The blanch of her face is probably new, though. And short-lived. Might not have been there at all. Anger drops in swiftly anyways, obscuring whatever was there. Her mouth twisted, her eyes narrowed.]

Fuck you.

[And your pretty little axe, too. She points to the door.]

You can leave.

[ It's been a few months, long enough that Kate has stopped worrying about that time she tried to kill Johanna. She still thinks about it, sometimes, but she's stopped worrying. It doesn't spring to mind here either, not until Johanna blanches. And that's such a brief moment, she tries to ignore it and to play off the anger in that dismissal.

She lets her head tilt to the side, a flat look in response. The axe flips through the air again and she catches the head this time, handle held out toward Johanna. ]

After I just got you a present?

Edited (i really need to stop with the semicolons) 2015-11-22 06:31 (UTC)

A present? Please.

[Through her teeth:]

I don't need it. Look around you, Katie--

[She stabs her finger toward the floor. The boards are rough-hewn in general, some more so than others. The early ones look roughest of all and are easy to pick out--rougher, more warped.]

I've been doing fine. So get rid of it, and go. You can switch the order if you want. I don't care. Just make it happen.

What? Come on, I'm not insulting your treehouse-building skills. Yes, you're awesome and impressively resourceful and you don't need anything or anyone, ever. I get it, already.

[ She does not leave, and does not make the axe disappear. She lets the head drop against the floor, hand remaining on the grip. ]

You're not scared. How is this different than a pulley? Or using stuff out of the lockers?

[She doesn't flinch at the thud of the axe. The sound is deeply familiar, a pitch she's tuned to hear. It sounds like her axe.

Hers. Yeah right. Her mouth winches into a scowl.]

Think about it. How is it different. Would you like it if I made you a stupid bow? A stupid little present? But then I could take it away again, if I wanted to. I'm such a bitch. Probably I'd do that. And probably I'd wait till you really needed it. Then I'd just take it, right out of your hand, and you'd be fucked. Would you still be happy about your present?

You might do that. But we both know I'm not that kind of bitch.

[ Still with the look, brows low and only shallowly angled. Annoyed, but no more. That it'll disappear in less than an hour anyway is a detail not worth mentioning at this stage, Kate decides. It's not a fail safe, it's just a handy bonus, but that's not the sort of distinction Johanna's likely to make. ]

Plus my whole point was that you should learn to do it yourself, so you can make your own when you want it. Make an axe or a pulley or whatever if you need one for a minute.

And what makes you think I want that kind of help at all?

[Want, not need. She obviously doesn't need help. Nor does she want help. And all of her reasons are tied up, convoluted, complicated. Accept what tools you're given and work with them and you'll end up screwed. Reject the tools and work without them and you end up screwing yourself. It doesn't matter either way.]

I can survive without help. I'm doing just fine. I got an axe, I went into the ship and got it out myself. I'm done taking help.

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