Am I not (at least somewhat) genre-savvy? Have faith in me, BA, not to *just* stand there.
You know those times when you start writing a scene, and it just jumps off the rails writes the rest of itself, and leaves you there, going "That wasn't what I'd meant to write... but I like it!"? This isn't one of them... but a later part of the scene is, and so's the part I just got done writing. 'Twas fun to write. ^~^
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[Dismiss WAS. Initiate Eye of Mimir.]
The search spheres floating around me lost cohesion, diffusing into quickly-evaporating clouds of mana. Shortly after that, the burning blue light over my right eye faded to nothingness; as it faded, so too did my view from that eye, until all I could see was darkness.
One new sphere, this one brighter and smaller than the now-gone WAS spheres, appeared over my right shoulder. Knowing what was coming next, I closed my right eye.
[PROCESSING SENSOR FEED. ISOLATING VISUAL DATA...]
[VISUAL DATA ISOLATED. SELECTING INITIAL FIELD OF VIEW. DONE. LINKING SENSOR DATA TO DISPLAY...]
When I opened my eye again, I found myself in the disconcerting position of being able to see in two different directions at once. The first part of Mimir's Eye- replacing one eye's entire field of vision with a controllable sensor feed- was always a pain like that. At least it's better than it was. Didn't it take me ten seconds to adjust, that first time?
[ISOLATING POSITIONAL DATA...]
[KINESTHETIC PROCESSOR CONNECTION ESTABLISHED. SENSORY AUGMENTATION UNDERWAY...]
It's an odd, odd feeling, being bigger than yourself. The second part of the Eye linked my sense of proprioception- the 'sixth sense' that tells you where your body is, how it's arranged, and how it's currently moving- to a positional scan of the world around me. Not instantly- that way lies madness- but slowly, inch by inch.
At first I could feel the air moving over my skin. Then the ground around me. Then came the walls to either side of me... and then it stopped. I lifted an arm, my eyes closed, and stuck it out to the side... then lifted it, slowly, stopping just before Malleus would touch the surface.
Full awareness out to... 2.1 meters, I'd say. Good. Sustainable mental strain, too- I'll get a headache tonight, but DEFINITELY not during the fight.
Ah, Lada's here... and she didn't even try to catch me by surprise this time. Interesting.
"Who are you?"
My, she doesn't sound happy. I zoomed in on her, using the view from Mimir's Eye, and revised my opinion. Doesn't look happy, either. Angry, scratched-up, and a couple of small cuts. Ignoring her question should help!
I lifted my head, eyes still shut, to 'look' at her, and waved a finger chidingly. "You've been a naughty girl, Ilyushina Lada." I opened my eyes, smirking invisibly at the thought of what she was seeing- a hooded shadow, lit only by a single eye of azure flame, a ball of the same blue flame hovering over the opposite shoulder. "Very naughty, indeed."
She scoffed. "I am criminal, yes? What else is new?" Lada lifted her left arm, displaying a surprisingly ornate bracelet; right as I got a good look at it, the bracelet disappeared in a flash, and her fingers twitched a bit. Something appeared in her hand? That's... whoa. The item in her hand had grown, becoming a rather familiar-looking handle. The handle sprouted a slightly curved chunk of blade, about an inch long... which then sprouted another inch of blade... which then sprouted another inch of blade...
Clever design. It actually looks like each blade section is coming up and out of the previous one, before growing to match it. Whoever designed that is an artist.The last piece of the sickle snapped into place, and it began to screech in the most irritating way. Half of it- the inner half, where the edge was- began to glow red. Idly, I dropped a scan on it, while damping down my ability to hear the pitch it was emitting.Ultrasonic tone. Sonic weapon? No- humans wouldn't hear. She saw my damaged arm, though, so possible. Also matches vibro-weapon tech- sickle might be... what have we here? Temp readings are ridiculous. Heated vibro-sickle? Not touching that thing.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
You know those times when you start writing a scene, and it just jumps off the rails writes the rest of itself, and leaves you there, going "That wasn't what I'd meant to write... but I like it!"? This isn't one of them... but a later part of the scene is, and so's the part I just got done writing. 'Twas fun to write. ^~^
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[Dismiss WAS. Initiate Eye of Mimir.]
The search spheres floating around me lost cohesion, diffusing into quickly-evaporating clouds of mana. Shortly after that, the burning blue light over my right eye faded to nothingness; as it faded, so too did my view from that eye, until all I could see was darkness.
One new sphere, this one brighter and smaller than the now-gone WAS spheres, appeared over my right shoulder. Knowing what was coming next, I closed my right eye.
[PROCESSING SENSOR FEED. ISOLATING VISUAL DATA...]
[VISUAL DATA ISOLATED. SELECTING INITIAL FIELD OF VIEW. DONE. LINKING SENSOR DATA TO DISPLAY...]
When I opened my eye again, I found myself in the disconcerting position of being able to see in two different directions at once. The first part of Mimir's Eye- replacing one eye's entire field of vision with a controllable sensor feed- was always a pain like that. At least it's better than it was. Didn't it take me ten seconds to adjust, that first time?
[ISOLATING POSITIONAL DATA...]
[KINESTHETIC PROCESSOR CONNECTION ESTABLISHED. SENSORY AUGMENTATION UNDERWAY...]
It's an odd, odd feeling, being bigger than yourself. The second part of the Eye linked my sense of proprioception- the 'sixth sense' that tells you where your body is, how it's arranged, and how it's currently moving- to a positional scan of the world around me. Not instantly- that way lies madness- but slowly, inch by inch.
At first I could feel the air moving over my skin. Then the ground around me. Then came the walls to either side of me... and then it stopped. I lifted an arm, my eyes closed, and stuck it out to the side... then lifted it, slowly, stopping just before Malleus would touch the surface.
Full awareness out to... 2.1 meters, I'd say. Good. Sustainable mental strain, too- I'll get a headache tonight, but DEFINITELY not during the fight.
Ah, Lada's here... and she didn't even try to catch me by surprise this time. Interesting.
"Who are you?"
My, she doesn't sound happy. I zoomed in on her, using the view from Mimir's Eye, and revised my opinion. Doesn't look happy, either. Angry, scratched-up, and a couple of small cuts. Ignoring her question should help!
I lifted my head, eyes still shut, to 'look' at her, and waved a finger chidingly. "You've been a naughty girl, Ilyushina Lada." I opened my eyes, smirking invisibly at the thought of what she was seeing- a hooded shadow, lit only by a single eye of azure flame, a ball of the same blue flame hovering over the opposite shoulder. "Very naughty, indeed."
She scoffed. "I am criminal, yes? What else is new?" Lada lifted her left arm, displaying a surprisingly ornate bracelet; right as I got a good look at it, the bracelet disappeared in a flash, and her fingers twitched a bit. Something appeared in her hand? That's... whoa. The item in her hand had grown, becoming a rather familiar-looking handle. The handle sprouted a slightly curved chunk of blade, about an inch long... which then sprouted another inch of blade... which then sprouted another inch of blade...
Clever design. It actually looks like each blade section is coming up and out of the previous one, before growing to match it. Whoever designed that is an artist.The last piece of the sickle snapped into place, and it began to screech in the most irritating way. Half of it- the inner half, where the edge was- began to glow red. Idly, I dropped a scan on it, while damping down my ability to hear the pitch it was emitting.Ultrasonic tone. Sonic weapon? No- humans wouldn't hear. She saw my damaged arm, though, so possible. Also matches vibro-weapon tech- sickle might be... what have we here? Temp readings are ridiculous. Heated vibro-sickle? Not touching that thing.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.