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[futures_of_ash]

Rachel is in the bar, slowly stretching in the rafters. The feel of muscles moving under whole, undamaged skin is something that makes her smile. And, for a wonder, she's actually not wearing spandex or torn jeans...no. She's wearing a small work out bra, rippling scars showing in breathtaking patterns everytime she bends her back.

It's a tale of pain and agony each time the light shifts over the slick skin...

Perhaps that's why she's in the rafters. She hates to bother people.

[Alas, the computer is being stolen from me. Open to slowtags of course]

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[prydeful]

"Better not be," she mutters as they go out back and she ditches the cork. "You want demon bunnies, rocks, or trees?"

[futures_of_ash]

"Mixtures of all three and random pop quizzes?" she hazarded, reaching over to poke the bottle curiously. "Or maybe I blow things up, you through nifty things at the pieces?"

And the 64 thousand dollar question?

What's the label say?

[prydeful]

"Given or destroyed?" The quizzes, that is.

Oh, that's easy.

DRINK ME.

"Hit the boulder, Marvel Girl, and win a prize."

[futures_of_ash]

"Either" she chuckled.

Bring it on.

See boulder? See boulder shiver and crack apart in lines of blue flame!