ECS: MSC would actually be the sort of hideously complicated thing I'd never be able to cast. Naruto gets away with it by having his clones think for themselves- I'd have to control them independently.
Also, JS isn't perfect. He did lose, after all... and Zest wasn't all he should've been. The man makes the occasional mistake, and I'm going to have to deal with a number of them over the next few years.
CD: If you don't get out of my head, I'm going to start charging rent. You've forced me to expand out a previously-written segment.
Also, if I ever did make a loudspeaker spell, it'd basically be a Divine Buster, tweaked to deliver oscillating kinetic force to a very large area... in the right frequency range to vibrate nitrogen molecules.
The problem with mutually opposing magic is that magic generates heat. Haven't you seen how much steam Devices put out?
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Entry 24 (Day 94)
Tony Stark, eat your heart out. Today, I got to see a real master at work.
I'd woken up at, horror of horrors, a relatively early hour. It's become something of a trend, since this new body has about a metric arseload more energy than my old one ever did. We'll see how much of that is youth as time goes on.
Anyway, I spent the morning studying magic. I've always been rather good at it (both studying and math), but this is actually getting ridiculous. My reading rate is about twice what it used to be, for one thing, and I used to read between one and four hundred pages a day... while in classes.
As for math, I used to do algebra problems entirely in my head. Calculus was a bit harder- I had to write down one step out of every three. Now I'm solving integrals entirely in my head- not just the equations, but the graphing bits- while reading textbooks. It's about two parts impressive, and one part disturbing.
My studies were interrupted by Tre, who curtly bid me meet the doctor in his lab. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to be glaring at me any longer. Maybe she's forgiven me?
"Ah, Mister Prefect! Welcome!"
I inclined my head in a polite nod. "Doctor. Having a good morning?"
Scaglietti smiled, a fey light in his gold eyes. "Of course, dear Ford! How could I not? Today is a day of creation, another chance for me to bring a marvel into the world!" With a dramatic gesture, the room exploded with light. A workbench snapped into existence in the center of the room, followed by a series of monitors floating in a half-circle behind it. The walls, tubes, and other equipment around the room faded from sight, obscured by darkness... then, one by one, equipment of all different shapes and styles rezzed in, floating at the edges of the workspace.
His arms spread wide, the doctor took a slow turn in place. "Today," he said, sounding very satisfied, "we create you your partner, your weapon... your right hand. Today, we craft you a Device."
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was left-handed.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Also, JS isn't perfect. He did lose, after all... and Zest wasn't all he should've been. The man makes the occasional mistake, and I'm going to have to deal with a number of them over the next few years.
CD: If you don't get out of my head, I'm going to start charging rent. You've forced me to expand out a previously-written segment.
Also, if I ever did make a loudspeaker spell, it'd basically be a Divine Buster, tweaked to deliver oscillating kinetic force to a very large area... in the right frequency range to vibrate nitrogen molecules.
The problem with mutually opposing magic is that magic generates heat. Haven't you seen how much steam Devices put out?
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Entry 24 (Day 94)
Tony Stark, eat your heart out. Today, I got to see a real master at work.
I'd woken up at, horror of horrors, a relatively early hour. It's become something of a trend, since this new body has about a metric arseload more energy than my old one ever did. We'll see how much of that is youth as time goes on.
Anyway, I spent the morning studying magic. I've always been rather good at it (both studying and math), but this is actually getting ridiculous. My reading rate is about twice what it used to be, for one thing, and I used to read between one and four hundred pages a day... while in classes.
As for math, I used to do algebra problems entirely in my head. Calculus was a bit harder- I had to write down one step out of every three. Now I'm solving integrals entirely in my head- not just the equations, but the graphing bits- while reading textbooks. It's about two parts impressive, and one part disturbing.
My studies were interrupted by Tre, who curtly bid me meet the doctor in his lab. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to be glaring at me any longer. Maybe she's forgiven me?
"Ah, Mister Prefect! Welcome!"
I inclined my head in a polite nod. "Doctor. Having a good morning?"
Scaglietti smiled, a fey light in his gold eyes. "Of course, dear Ford! How could I not? Today is a day of creation, another chance for me to bring a marvel into the world!" With a dramatic gesture, the room exploded with light. A workbench snapped into existence in the center of the room, followed by a series of monitors floating in a half-circle behind it. The walls, tubes, and other equipment around the room faded from sight, obscured by darkness... then, one by one, equipment of all different shapes and styles rezzed in, floating at the edges of the workspace.
His arms spread wide, the doctor took a slow turn in place. "Today," he said, sounding very satisfied, "we create you your partner, your weapon... your right hand. Today, we craft you a Device."
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was left-handed.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.