[Zessica pushes her chair back and stands. She glances around quickly before spotting what she wants. A few steps are all it takes to reach the silverware-- actual metal, not the cheap plastic crap-- and she plucks a spoon from the container and returns to her seat.
It's twirled between her fingers a few times before she stops. A moment later, her hand glows green, and the spoon twist and warps until it's curled in on itself. Zessica drops the crumpled ball of metal on the table and takes another sip of water.]
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[Zessica pushes her chair back and stands. She glances around quickly before spotting what she wants. A few steps are all it takes to reach the silverware-- actual metal, not the cheap plastic crap-- and she plucks a spoon from the container and returns to her seat.
It's twirled between her fingers a few times before she stops. A moment later, her hand glows green, and the spoon twist and warps until it's curled in on itself. Zessica drops the crumpled ball of metal on the table and takes another sip of water.]
Distortion.