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Valerie Bell is lounging around in front of the Cooper house, waiting for someone who looks vaguely in charge to wander by.

Until then, she's shamelessly showing off her mutant powers by juggling innumerable chunks of dirt with twelve glowing white tentacles.

Hey, it's an excercise in coordination! Right. Yep. Uh-huh.

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"Yeah, okay."

This excuse is acceptable.

"Still. Was nice of you."

And Val is totally casual about this, and not at all tucking the necklace carefully into a pocket with the aim of putting it on as soon as humanly possible. Yep.

"Well, it was no problem." Marley says, trying to look aloof.

"Oh, totally." Val nods, very pointedly neither patting her pocket nor grinning like a loon.

Marley shrugs, awkwardly.

"We should get food."

"Sure, yeah. Maybe there's some in there?"

She points to the house.

"I swear I saw a kitchen door around back. Nobody'll mind if we scrounge, right?"

"What they don't know can't hurt them." Marley shrugs.

Val shrugs back!

"Suits me fine," she says, hands in pockets (eee necklace eee!) and heading for the kitchen.

"So, met anybody interesting?"

"Nah. Nobody, actually; it's been boring as hell."

"We'll have to do something interesting, then."

"Totally!"

Val perks up.

~~And totally doesn't misinterpret that comment at all. Nope. Not even for a SECOND.~~

"Any ideas?"

"I don't know? You come up with ideas." Nudging her.

She nudges back. :O!

"...Could juggle rocks again," she says thoughtfully.

A tendril of white light snakes out and Very Innocently chucks one at his head.

With Innocence.

Yes.

Marley catches the rock, disintegrating it with a small shockwave.
"That was mean."

"Yeah, yeah. Call it combat training!"

Which is totally fun.

She whips out a many-pronged tentacle to snatch three more from the ground, two of which she holds ready as she gently tosses the third from hand to hand before throwing it directly at his chest.

:D?

Said chest emits a shockwave to blow the rocks away.

"This isn't very good combat training."

Snort.

"Think fast," she says, sweeping up a spray of tiny pebbles with a fine net of white strands.

They're already practically dust! So there, Marley!

Concussive effect of shockwaves, yo!

Marley just grins a lot.

"Asshole."

Fine, no more rocks.

Grinning mischievously, Val sweeps out a hand and sends a plethora of tentacles curling through the air towards him rapidly. ~~It totally doesn't look like something out of a bad hentai movie.~~

Gah, tentacles bad.

Marley has a go at using superspeed to dodge them. He's going to avoid using shockwaves - He doesn't know if Val feels pain in those tentacles.

She doesn't, as it happens, but she's not above taking shameless advantage of his hesitation.

Superspeed means she can't exactly track him, but she can make a good guess as to where he'll go next and fill the air with swirling tendrils to trip him up! :D!

"Gack." That worked, evidently.

"Muahahaha."

Yes, she says her maniacal laughter out loud.

"Gotcha," Val announces triumphantly, yanking Marley towards her with a tangle of white strands.

...possibly the fifteen-inch height difference makes this a bad idea.

Marley lets himself be yanked along, looking a little sulky about it all.

"Don't sulk," she says cheerfully, lifting herself on a few extra tentacles so that she's actually on a level with him and ruffling his hair.

And no, she's not getting rid of the glowing white tendril as thick as her arm that's wrapped around his waist, why do you ask?