Rob: No. The ball fell up, and is now rolling in a horizontal circle in midair. It effectively has two effects on it- 'neutralize planetary gravity', and 'gravitic force, constant, direction(whichever way makes you roll around the inside of a circle of these dimensions)'. I, on the other hand, am hovering in an Air Comet inside the building, using its grav-propulsion to fake walking. They're not comparable.
What's going on is that I'm dumping my usual overkill amounts of mana into a complicated Air Comet variation (which will be retconned in the SB version into something else), but most of it is going to an added function (in this case, playing ball). The default Air Comet does something similar, but uses a basic barrier (dark blue flame effect) to take up the excess power, instead. It's the reason the Comet doesn't have a minimum speed best measured in fractional Mach numbers.
Whenever my power draw goes up, the ball drops.
CD: One of my favorites, too, hence why I used it first.
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That done, I started to drift my way off towards the door. Every few 'steps', I had to prod Yugo with Mal's tip, sliding him along like the puck in an air hockey game. Note to self: add multiple-object directional controls to the next version. This one-axis thing isn't working. Maybe some way of locking other entities into a position relative to me? Could even crib from Magic Missile for it...
By the time I reached the door, I was thoroughly sick of being in that... 'building'. I'll admit to having gotten a bit testy about it, potentially to the point of overreacting slightly.
[Knock!]
"STOß"
Half a second later, the two of us drifted out the hole-where-a-door-once-was, and well into the lane in front of it. Once we were far enough away, I turned around, taking in the dump one last time (well, if I'm lucky), and ran a few numbers into Air Comet.
Just under a second later, at a very precisely chosen instant, a number of events happened at once. I stopped hovering, my boots lightly settling on the cobblestone lane beneath me. Yugo also stopped hovering, falling rather a good bit less smoothly to the hard ground (with an appropriately-timed deceleration effect on his head; no sense killing the bounty, after all).
The iron ball hit a very specific point in its orbit, and stopped falling forward-and-sideways. Instead, it fell straight down, accelerating to several times terminal velocity, and burying itself in the ground right in front of the dive's door.
The remnants of the "Drunken Rutter"'s 'sign', blown to splinters by the iron ball that fell through them, hit the ground a short time later.
Yeah... a real good time. You're having a ball.
Smiling, I levitated Yugo again, and made for the bounty office.
The door to the bounty office opened, the little bell attached to it cheerfully ding-a-linging as Yugo's head pushed it open. Daimler, his legs up on his desk as he watched some sort of newsfeed, looked up at the sound, only to start at the levitating Yugo in front of him.
Behind Yugo, I brushed some nonexistent lint off the shoulder of my jacket- still immaculate- and grinned up at him. "Did somebody order a fool?"
Daimler blinked. Then he snorted, shaking his head, and came around the desk. I was only holding Yugo about three feet off the ground, so Daimler had to kneel down to- I can't believe he'd do that without gloves- start patting the guy down.
As unpleasant as the concept sounded, I had to admit it made sense. Even an idiot like that probably has a knife or something on him. I should've done something about that myself-"AHA!"...wait, that's a credit chit, not a weapon. "What are you doing with that?"
Daimler fired up the credit chit, linking it to his system and starting a transfer program. "First rule of bar bets, kid. 'Get your cash before the cops show up.'" The chit let out a cheerful electronic cheeble, and he shut down the program, grinning all the time. "Guy owed me three credits."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
What's going on is that I'm dumping my usual overkill amounts of mana into a complicated Air Comet variation (which will be retconned in the SB version into something else), but most of it is going to an added function (in this case, playing ball). The default Air Comet does something similar, but uses a basic barrier (dark blue flame effect) to take up the excess power, instead. It's the reason the Comet doesn't have a minimum speed best measured in fractional Mach numbers.
Whenever my power draw goes up, the ball drops.
CD: One of my favorites, too, hence why I used it first.
**********
That done, I started to drift my way off towards the door. Every few 'steps', I had to prod Yugo with Mal's tip, sliding him along like the puck in an air hockey game. Note to self: add multiple-object directional controls to the next version. This one-axis thing isn't working. Maybe some way of locking other entities into a position relative to me? Could even crib from Magic Missile for it...
By the time I reached the door, I was thoroughly sick of being in that... 'building'. I'll admit to having gotten a bit testy about it, potentially to the point of overreacting slightly.
[Knock!]
"STOß"
Half a second later, the two of us drifted out the hole-where-a-door-once-was, and well into the lane in front of it. Once we were far enough away, I turned around, taking in the dump one last time (well, if I'm lucky), and ran a few numbers into Air Comet.
Just under a second later, at a very precisely chosen instant, a number of events happened at once. I stopped hovering, my boots lightly settling on the cobblestone lane beneath me. Yugo also stopped hovering, falling rather a good bit less smoothly to the hard ground (with an appropriately-timed deceleration effect on his head; no sense killing the bounty, after all).
The iron ball hit a very specific point in its orbit, and stopped falling forward-and-sideways. Instead, it fell straight down, accelerating to several times terminal velocity, and burying itself in the ground right in front of the dive's door.
The remnants of the "Drunken Rutter"'s 'sign', blown to splinters by the iron ball that fell through them, hit the ground a short time later.
Yeah... a real good time. You're having a ball.
Smiling, I levitated Yugo again, and made for the bounty office.
The door to the bounty office opened, the little bell attached to it cheerfully ding-a-linging as Yugo's head pushed it open. Daimler, his legs up on his desk as he watched some sort of newsfeed, looked up at the sound, only to start at the levitating Yugo in front of him.
Behind Yugo, I brushed some nonexistent lint off the shoulder of my jacket- still immaculate- and grinned up at him. "Did somebody order a fool?"
Daimler blinked. Then he snorted, shaking his head, and came around the desk. I was only holding Yugo about three feet off the ground, so Daimler had to kneel down to- I can't believe he'd do that without gloves- start patting the guy down.
As unpleasant as the concept sounded, I had to admit it made sense. Even an idiot like that probably has a knife or something on him. I should've done something about that myself-"AHA!"...wait, that's a credit chit, not a weapon. "What are you doing with that?"
Daimler fired up the credit chit, linking it to his system and starting a transfer program. "First rule of bar bets, kid. 'Get your cash before the cops show up.'" The chit let out a cheerful electronic cheeble, and he shut down the program, grinning all the time. "Guy owed me three credits."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.