Thread: Rising Powers (Alvis Alendran & Raina Reader)

Doing the best she could to steady her breath as she hid underneathe a shelf within the darkened corner. It was too cramped where she was it wouldn't work at all for an escape. Recalling and vanishing items to her own personal sanctuary was one thing and a skill that had become second nature, but making her self disappear and reappear within the safety of the cabin, while possible, was still a relatively new skill that needed honing. The other drawback was she only knew how to send objects within her hands to the cabin, or recall them from the cabin into her grasp, so sending herself to the cabin was a one way trip and meant a very long walk back into any semblance of civilization. The hulking figure stepped into the large warehouse, taking the bait albeit with a little hesitancy. She had no idea what this statue was worth, but she was correct in assuming it was what the pursuer was here for. One object regardless of worth mattered very little to her compared to her own survival. She could always get more trinkets easily enough and whomever this was, they managed to instil the fear of god into her in a very brief period of time, which was impressive considering she hadn't felt fear like this since her powers first manifested themselves, and she didn't believe in any gods. To her surprise, the figure tossed one of her gun deeper into the room and offered what sounded like professional courtesy. Thank Fuck She thought to herself while breathing a brief sigh of relief. Whoever this was, they weren't interested in taking lives, all the wanted was the statue. She couldn't help but smirk to herself as the figure wished her luck in escaping the cops. You too She thought silently, before rolling out from underneath a shelf once she was sure the figure had left the room. Sparing no time she rose to her feet, her arms wrapping around herself, hugging herself tightly as she closed her eyes and focused, while the sirens and the sound of voices grew distinctively louder. Focus....Focus....almost there The warehouse door crashed open as the sound of police screamed for anyone within to drop to the floor with their hands on their head. As she opened her eyes she was greeted with the view of a rustic kitchen and a large window overlooking a beautiful lake shimmering under the moonlight, framed by towering pine trees. Could have gone worse I suppose. It was at this thought that her gaze fell to the oak finished kitchen counter overlaid with blueprints of the many areas she hit that evening and a sense of dread flooded every muscle. She had been careful when pilfering the warehouse to position herself in such a way that the security cameras never picked up on how she was stealing the items, this had always been a crucial element to her success. Up until now the police and media could only assume she was a very skilled and slippery thief, however in her panic after dealing with that maniac and the police seconds away from capturing her, she vanished in full view of one of the cameras. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. It doesn't matter. She reassured herself. Let them lose their minds over my disappearing act on camera. It's fine. They still don't know about this place, you're safe. With that she began to remove her coat and mask, lazily dropping each item into the floor before heading to the shower. She had a long walk back to the city ahead of her in the morning, best to clean up and get some rest first, then she could assess her situation and possibly look into that freak of nature she encountered.