Portable Fridge

Emireth was seen sitting on top of the table with her legs crossed, her food being placed before her as she began freezing her drink yet stopped before it, making herself have an apple juice slushy. Whoever said that their powers couldn't be used for daily use was wrong. She was a perfectly good fridge.

The female smirked as she played with her cap on which her name was scribbled on. One of her treasures.

Friendly one.
Emireth stated with a raised eyebrow as she shrugged.

Emireth, or Em.
She said lightly as she drunk some of her now slushy apple juice and smiled to herself, satisfied with the juice.

Don't worry about it.
Emireth said with a smile.

So what's up?
She said lightly as she took a bite of her sandwich. Emireth had a firey temper but moret hant hat she just happened to be sarcastic and blunt, not really openly mean unless the person did something to anger her. The female had done nothing of that sort.

Emireth raised an eyebrow at her.
Slow down.
She said calmly and with a smile.
Breathing's also a good idea.

Em shrugged.
I'm new here too, though I have a friend here, reason to which they sent me.

Nah, I was the one that had been there the longest, in Fallen Chance I mean, so it's kind of strange to have it just change dramatically.
She said with a shrug. Em was used to having some sort of power and now she had to start from the begining in a place she didn't know. But she guessed that she had her best friend, Rollin, so it was all good.