Hmm. Guess I'll have to be more specific on SB, then.
I'm not coming up with much on that, Tennie. Twister (the game) has more entertaining implications, I think. As for the author... yeah. That brings back memories.
I get the concept you're suggesting. My problem with it is the 'just sticking to things' bit. It basically guarantees that most of the missiles will blow up something that's not my intended target. Sure, that's probably a given anyway, but I'd like to at least have a *chance* at not wrecking everything in a 50ft. radius every time I cast. Optimism, people!
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Sein shook her head- probably trying to clear it, after hitting the wall- and slowly disentangled herself from me. She looked about as guiltily abashed as anybody I've ever seen, with a side of panic.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- here, let me put your chair back-"
As Sein picked up the chair, the back of it wobbled in a rather disturbing manner, and one leg fell right off. She set it back on its remaining five, and knelt down to examine the damage, only to start when I put my hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I'll just make a new one."
Whe she looked back at me, sniffling a bit, I smiled teasingly. "Besides, that one was clearly defective. I could tell, just by looking at it."
Sein looked puzzled. Aww- I was hoping she'd get it. "How-"
I pulled my finger back from her lips, and grinned. "The chair wasn't Sein-proof. Sounds like a design flaw to me!" Spreading my arms, I waved her in. "Before I get to fixing that, could I get another hug?"
Sein's eyes lit up, and she pounced- this time with no chair to mess things up. I could swear I felt my ribs creak- impressive, given what they're made out of- but I didn't let it show in my expression. Instead, I reached up, ruffled her hair, and then patted it back down. "Don't ever change, little sister."
Several minutes later, when Sein had left (through the floor, natch) and my new chair (like the old one, but with antigrav in place of legs and enough back reinforcement to take a pounce) was humming away, it finally hit me.
..."Well, that hug certainly had an impact on me." THAT'S what I should've said. Dangit- why do I ALWAYS think of the best lines AFTER the moment's passed?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
I'm not coming up with much on that, Tennie. Twister (the game) has more entertaining implications, I think. As for the author... yeah. That brings back memories.
I get the concept you're suggesting. My problem with it is the 'just sticking to things' bit. It basically guarantees that most of the missiles will blow up something that's not my intended target. Sure, that's probably a given anyway, but I'd like to at least have a *chance* at not wrecking everything in a 50ft. radius every time I cast. Optimism, people!
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Sein shook her head- probably trying to clear it, after hitting the wall- and slowly disentangled herself from me. She looked about as guiltily abashed as anybody I've ever seen, with a side of panic.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- here, let me put your chair back-"
As Sein picked up the chair, the back of it wobbled in a rather disturbing manner, and one leg fell right off. She set it back on its remaining five, and knelt down to examine the damage, only to start when I put my hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I'll just make a new one."
Whe she looked back at me, sniffling a bit, I smiled teasingly. "Besides, that one was clearly defective. I could tell, just by looking at it."
Sein looked puzzled. Aww- I was hoping she'd get it. "How-"
I pulled my finger back from her lips, and grinned. "The chair wasn't Sein-proof. Sounds like a design flaw to me!" Spreading my arms, I waved her in. "Before I get to fixing that, could I get another hug?"
Sein's eyes lit up, and she pounced- this time with no chair to mess things up. I could swear I felt my ribs creak- impressive, given what they're made out of- but I didn't let it show in my expression. Instead, I reached up, ruffled her hair, and then patted it back down. "Don't ever change, little sister."
Several minutes later, when Sein had left (through the floor, natch) and my new chair (like the old one, but with antigrav in place of legs and enough back reinforcement to take a pounce) was humming away, it finally hit me.
..."Well, that hug certainly had an impact on me." THAT'S what I should've said. Dangit- why do I ALWAYS think of the best lines AFTER the moment's passed?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.