Sneaking through the trees, each foot placed carefully to make the softest of whispers through the grass and leaf litter, you make your way to a shallow stream. Given what Morlia intends to do over the next months, possibly even years, it would be good idea to teach her, and Diana by extension, the importance of dodging and CONSTANT VIGILANCE!
You don't have a bucket but you can absorb/store items in the crystal of your armour. If you're right then sticking a hand, or arm, into the stream should let you suck up a good amount of water. You crouch by the stream. It's barely worth the term if you're honest, about a hand span of water over rounded rocks on the stream bed. If you could breathe you'd be taking a deep breath right now. If you thought it would be safe you'd be praying to someone that this idea works. You put your hand into the water and concentrate.
Cold, real honest coldness, spreads from the tips of your crystal fingers to your wrist, your elbow and then up to your shoulder pad thingy. You guess to someone with flesh, blood and bone it would be bone chillingly cold. You're kinda grateful that you can feel it at all. Honestly you hadn't expected to, being sentient armour and all.
Cold sensation filling your whole arm, anymore than that and you're a little nervous of what would happen, you start sneaking back to where the ladies are sleeping. They're still fast asleep when you get back, boots swishing gently through the grass. Morlia's curled up on her side, arms loosely hugged around her knees and the grass around her is bent and crushed, like she's been tossing and turning all night. Diana's flat on her back, apparently un-moving since the second she lay down.
Carefully you sneak closer. Gracefully stepping over logs and twigs as you get closer and closer to your unsuspecting targets.
Morlia shifts suddenly, twisting from curled up in a loose ball to limbs extended. She almost looks like she's reaching for something, or chasing it. You sneak closer and closer, step by slow, careful step.
You're almost there. Inching closer, the cold of the water contained in your armour threatening to distract you at any moment. Like a ninja you step over one of Morlia's trailing limbs, crystal boot settling in the grass gently, making less noise than a moth landing. Another step and you're in range, ready and prepared.
You raise you hands, willing for the cold to split between both limbs. To your surprise it does. Maybe you should ask Order Boy about how this works, see if he cooperates. Right, show time.
You push the water out, wishing and hoping for it to spray out like a busted water-main.
The actual result is lacklustre. A limp streamer, like you'd expect from a hosepipe on half power, pours from your fingers.
Morlia shrieks, throwing herself away from the water like it's scalding hot. Her hair's wet, as is her face and a bit of her left sleeve. Diana rolls over so you're soaking the back of her thick, warm clothes and mutters something about five more minutes.
"FAST WHAT IN THE NAME OF AKATOSH ARE YOU DOING!?" Morlia shouts at volumes fit to wake the dead. Hopefully she hasn't.
[ ] Explain?
[ ] What do now?
Hi... guess I'm back. Surprise! I might set a timetable of days I update this, might help keep me writing this to a schedule if I do.
@Verminlord1 might have to drag me away from Marvel Heroes to actually manage it though