Yeah, this is a distinct error on my part- specifically, me-as-Imma. Totally intentional on my part.
I have a tendency not to apologize for serious mistakes on mine immediately. I prefer to think things over, and really get a sense of what I did wrong first. If I have to apologize, I'd prefer to know exactly what for, why, and that I really, truly mean it. Unfortunately, I also have a bad track record when it comes to letting people know that that's what I'm doing.
Social skills are one of my greatest weaknesses. This is one of those times where it shows.
As for presents, seriously? I basically rushed from Lada to Daimler to the lab, trying to get my arm fixed posthaste. When would I have time for that in this sequence?
I won't have that excuse later on, when I don't think to get her anything. I'll claim full blame for that
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So, of course, I did. It was slightly more difficult this time than in previous jar sessions, but I managed.
The trick was that, this time, I spent the vast majority of my time in a VR environment. Same sort of thing as the ones Nanoha would use (abuse?), except not set up for RL/VR multitasking. Most of them were the same sort of skill training and tactical sims she's going to wear herself out with, but I'd also thrown in a virtual workshop for my spell creation and testing needs.
Where did I get those? I asked, and Uno provided. I wasn't in for any magically straining procedures, so she had no problems with the idea. Why? In one word, Lada. Ever since that fight, I've been kicking myself over my failure. Not watching her was a novice's mistake, and I can't afford to be a novice.
My time in the jar wasn't all training and planning, of course. There was sleep involved, and a good bit of simple relaxation... oh, and a good bit of time, spread out across the first five days I spent in the tank, spent watching my arm get restored. Rather a fascinating process, that. More than a little disgusting at times, but fascinating nonetheless.
I'd brought back my severed arm for a number of reasons. One of the big ones was the hope that it could be reattached, saving the time and effort needed to create a new one. Turns out I was half right, as the first step in the repair process was to strip off quite a bit of it.
First, I got to watch all of the flesh dissolve off of the arm. Skin, blood, fatty tissue- all of it dissolved into the tank, leaving behind what looked like a T-800 arm sheathed in muscle. Then came some of the muscle, reducing the entire upper arm to nothing but bare metal, and a rather shocking number of cables and motors. Finally, that upper arm came loose, floating off to one side.
At the same time all that was happening, the tank was also working on my shoulder. Everything from my shoulder joint down to my stump was systematically stripped down. Fleshy bits, muscle fibers... all of it. Once that was done, what was left of my humerus-analogue disconnected itself from my shoulder joint, and floated over to the other broken piece.
With both pieces retrieved, I got to witness the creation of my new upper arm. In front of my eyes, the pieces slowly dissolved, section by section, and were rebuilt as a single piece nearby. In less than five minutes, it was finished, and floating over to my shoulder for reconnection. Shortly thereafter, I had a structurally complete limb.
Over the next couple of hours, new myomers were spun across my upper arm, giving me biceps and triceps once more. The flesh of my shoulder began to itch, and very slowly started to spread over the completed limb. It took over four days for my entire arm to be covered in skin again- four days I primarily spent in VR, just to avoid the itching and the tingling.
Getting my arm restored was only the beginning. I spent nearly a month in total in that freaking jar, and the arm only took five days of that. Since I got noticeably larger over those three weeks, my assumption was that I was being made another year older. 'So I'm ten again. Yay.', I remember thinking, back when I first noticed.
Neat trick, that, especially considering all the systems and structural parts that had to grow. Felt rather odd, too, for definitions of 'odd' that make me glad for my pain editors. I don't think my fleshy bits and my metallic bits grew at precisely the same rates for the whole three weeks, though they seem to have balanced out near the end.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
I have a tendency not to apologize for serious mistakes on mine immediately. I prefer to think things over, and really get a sense of what I did wrong first. If I have to apologize, I'd prefer to know exactly what for, why, and that I really, truly mean it. Unfortunately, I also have a bad track record when it comes to letting people know that that's what I'm doing.
Social skills are one of my greatest weaknesses. This is one of those times where it shows.
As for presents, seriously? I basically rushed from Lada to Daimler to the lab, trying to get my arm fixed posthaste. When would I have time for that in this sequence?
I won't have that excuse later on, when I don't think to get her anything. I'll claim full blame for that
**********
So, of course, I did. It was slightly more difficult this time than in previous jar sessions, but I managed.
The trick was that, this time, I spent the vast majority of my time in a VR environment. Same sort of thing as the ones Nanoha would use (abuse?), except not set up for RL/VR multitasking. Most of them were the same sort of skill training and tactical sims she's going to wear herself out with, but I'd also thrown in a virtual workshop for my spell creation and testing needs.
Where did I get those? I asked, and Uno provided. I wasn't in for any magically straining procedures, so she had no problems with the idea. Why? In one word, Lada. Ever since that fight, I've been kicking myself over my failure. Not watching her was a novice's mistake, and I can't afford to be a novice.
My time in the jar wasn't all training and planning, of course. There was sleep involved, and a good bit of simple relaxation... oh, and a good bit of time, spread out across the first five days I spent in the tank, spent watching my arm get restored. Rather a fascinating process, that. More than a little disgusting at times, but fascinating nonetheless.
I'd brought back my severed arm for a number of reasons. One of the big ones was the hope that it could be reattached, saving the time and effort needed to create a new one. Turns out I was half right, as the first step in the repair process was to strip off quite a bit of it.
First, I got to watch all of the flesh dissolve off of the arm. Skin, blood, fatty tissue- all of it dissolved into the tank, leaving behind what looked like a T-800 arm sheathed in muscle. Then came some of the muscle, reducing the entire upper arm to nothing but bare metal, and a rather shocking number of cables and motors. Finally, that upper arm came loose, floating off to one side.
At the same time all that was happening, the tank was also working on my shoulder. Everything from my shoulder joint down to my stump was systematically stripped down. Fleshy bits, muscle fibers... all of it. Once that was done, what was left of my humerus-analogue disconnected itself from my shoulder joint, and floated over to the other broken piece.
With both pieces retrieved, I got to witness the creation of my new upper arm. In front of my eyes, the pieces slowly dissolved, section by section, and were rebuilt as a single piece nearby. In less than five minutes, it was finished, and floating over to my shoulder for reconnection. Shortly thereafter, I had a structurally complete limb.
Over the next couple of hours, new myomers were spun across my upper arm, giving me biceps and triceps once more. The flesh of my shoulder began to itch, and very slowly started to spread over the completed limb. It took over four days for my entire arm to be covered in skin again- four days I primarily spent in VR, just to avoid the itching and the tingling.
Getting my arm restored was only the beginning. I spent nearly a month in total in that freaking jar, and the arm only took five days of that. Since I got noticeably larger over those three weeks, my assumption was that I was being made another year older. 'So I'm ten again. Yay.', I remember thinking, back when I first noticed.
Neat trick, that, especially considering all the systems and structural parts that had to grow. Felt rather odd, too, for definitions of 'odd' that make me glad for my pain editors. I don't think my fleshy bits and my metallic bits grew at precisely the same rates for the whole three weeks, though they seem to have balanced out near the end.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.