The hair and the glasses, my headcanon goes, were intended to be obnoxiously goofy- all the better to obfuscate her stupidity with.
...wait. That did NOT go right...
As for the idea, I've actually been kicking around something similar for some time, based on the Hellzone Grenade move from DBZ. You just gave me two different mechanics for it.
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Entry 40 (Day 627)
It's hard to believe I'm writing this entry right now. For one thing, the doctor just let me out of my jar with a clean bill of health- and by 'just', I mean all of ninety seconds ago. If I were still at home, I'd be too sopping wet to look at my computer, much less type anything. For another, it's a wonder I didn't get myself killed.
A week ago, the three of us went on another mission- this time against one of the doctor's rivals, the Krepani Syndicate. We got into one of their bases, got Sein (who was apparently activated without any unnecessary drama) out, and got back to the lab alive.
(As to why she needed our help in the first place, I'm not sure. Deep Diver should've just let her swim right out of there, but for some reason, she couldn't get out of the building. Not sure if it was the building, user error, or some sort of glitch.)
On the good side, everything I cast worked precisely as intended- no miscasting, no gravity problems, and no other unexplained magical phenomena. The problem was that everything I cast worked precisely as I'd intended... and what I'd intended wasn't nearly good enough for what I was doing.
On that last mission, I utterly demolished half the Syndicate base, and took out dozens of their combat drones... from a distance. When they got up close, a mere three drones managed to do real damage to me. Clearly, I need to be better.
I need guided missiles, guided beams, and more explosives. I need a flight spell that doesn't mess with my vision- not to mention one that doesn't attract the attention of everybody in a two-mile radius. I need airdodging, binding spells, and fast movement. I need everything I cast to take less time and less mental bandwidth... and a version of Argus that doesn't take a whole bloody core to manage. On top of all of that, I need the experience to use it all properly.
If I'm going to do this, I'd best do this right. It's going to take time, lots of practice, and several metric arsetons of math, but it'll be worth it.
It might be a while before I write another entry... not that that's unusual, these days. Procrastination, and all that.
Now, where did I put that book...
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
...wait. That did NOT go right...
As for the idea, I've actually been kicking around something similar for some time, based on the Hellzone Grenade move from DBZ. You just gave me two different mechanics for it.
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Entry 40 (Day 627)
It's hard to believe I'm writing this entry right now. For one thing, the doctor just let me out of my jar with a clean bill of health- and by 'just', I mean all of ninety seconds ago. If I were still at home, I'd be too sopping wet to look at my computer, much less type anything. For another, it's a wonder I didn't get myself killed.
A week ago, the three of us went on another mission- this time against one of the doctor's rivals, the Krepani Syndicate. We got into one of their bases, got Sein (who was apparently activated without any unnecessary drama) out, and got back to the lab alive.
(As to why she needed our help in the first place, I'm not sure. Deep Diver should've just let her swim right out of there, but for some reason, she couldn't get out of the building. Not sure if it was the building, user error, or some sort of glitch.)
On the good side, everything I cast worked precisely as intended- no miscasting, no gravity problems, and no other unexplained magical phenomena. The problem was that everything I cast worked precisely as I'd intended... and what I'd intended wasn't nearly good enough for what I was doing.
On that last mission, I utterly demolished half the Syndicate base, and took out dozens of their combat drones... from a distance. When they got up close, a mere three drones managed to do real damage to me. Clearly, I need to be better.
I need guided missiles, guided beams, and more explosives. I need a flight spell that doesn't mess with my vision- not to mention one that doesn't attract the attention of everybody in a two-mile radius. I need airdodging, binding spells, and fast movement. I need everything I cast to take less time and less mental bandwidth... and a version of Argus that doesn't take a whole bloody core to manage. On top of all of that, I need the experience to use it all properly.
If I'm going to do this, I'd best do this right. It's going to take time, lots of practice, and several metric arsetons of math, but it'll be worth it.
It might be a while before I write another entry... not that that's unusual, these days. Procrastination, and all that.
Now, where did I put that book...
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.