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</a><br/>Nalia<br/>Anger room<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="3012" data-username="@Norden" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3012/">@Norden</a><br/><br/>Nalia strode over to the control panel on the wall and spawned a tank as he had asked. The giant piece of equipment manifested on the street in a series of digitized 1’s and 0’s before taking shape and texture. As she followed him outside towards the destructive vehicle, she immediately felt a calming sensation. Even though the tank was there, she always felt good in the rain: the cool wetness that hit her face, the smell that seemed to rise from the ground.<br/><br/>That relaxation didn’t last long, however. She listened to everything he had to say while she basked in the weather, until he shot the weapon. That made her attention quickly snap back to him with a few blinks. Her eyes widened at the damage the relatively smaller weapon had done to the hulking mass of metal before them. Then, when he offered her a go, she couldn’t help but squeak out a “what?!”<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, Nalia hesitantly nodded and stepped closer to him, holding her hands out to brandish the rifle. “Uh...o-okay.” This isn’t the first time she’s shot a rifle, but never something quite so powerful. She remembered how the kickback forced her body backwards, and her stance dictated whether or not she would actually be thrown or stay put.  But it had been so long since that time, that when she took his rifle she kinda just stood there looking confused as she stared at the tank. “Uhm...so, I don’t really remember how to do this.” She let out a small breathy laugh, once again, feeling a bit embarrassed with herself.