I was in a Nanoha-ish mood when I rolled, so I picked a Kinetics/Electric Defender. Think Yuuno without the head-mounted Google server.
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The first thought that came to mind when they got through to me that, yes, we were in fact in Paragon City, and no, we weren't going to be able to go home anytime soon, was, "Why couldn't we have ended up somewhere cool, like Zeta Cygni?".
The second thought was to offer up a brief prayer of thanks to any deity that happened to be listening that whatever had generated bodies for us here had managed to fix most of what was already wrong with mine. And to cast a sidelong look at the next seat over, where Logan was taking in the results of following Venkman's advice, and shake my head.
The third was to wonder what was the deal with the Witchblade-esque watch I seemed to be wearing.
"So, just what is that? And where did it come from?" was the question, as I examined the watch-like gimmick strapped to my arm.
"It's a thaumaturgically-powered electrokinetic transference module. And it was with you when you, er, arrived."
I paused to run the phrase through a technobabble-to-English filter, then oh'ed. "It turns magic into energy and zaps things?"
The geek paused a moment, then shrugged. "Basically. And vice-versa. Far as we can tell, it has a few basic matrixes programmed in already, including that, and one to reverse it - absorb energy and use it to heal people. There's also some data-access routines that we haven't quite identified yet."
I frowned, considered that last bit for a moment, then tapped it, and wow'ed at the result. "Cool. Virtual laptop. Not totally screwy... gimme a few minutes to play with this, would you?"--
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
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The first thought that came to mind when they got through to me that, yes, we were in fact in Paragon City, and no, we weren't going to be able to go home anytime soon, was, "Why couldn't we have ended up somewhere cool, like Zeta Cygni?".
The second thought was to offer up a brief prayer of thanks to any deity that happened to be listening that whatever had generated bodies for us here had managed to fix most of what was already wrong with mine. And to cast a sidelong look at the next seat over, where Logan was taking in the results of following Venkman's advice, and shake my head.
The third was to wonder what was the deal with the Witchblade-esque watch I seemed to be wearing.
"So, just what is that? And where did it come from?" was the question, as I examined the watch-like gimmick strapped to my arm.
"It's a thaumaturgically-powered electrokinetic transference module. And it was with you when you, er, arrived."
I paused to run the phrase through a technobabble-to-English filter, then oh'ed. "It turns magic into energy and zaps things?"
The geek paused a moment, then shrugged. "Basically. And vice-versa. Far as we can tell, it has a few basic matrixes programmed in already, including that, and one to reverse it - absorb energy and use it to heal people. There's also some data-access routines that we haven't quite identified yet."
I frowned, considered that last bit for a moment, then tapped it, and wow'ed at the result. "Cool. Virtual laptop. Not totally screwy... gimme a few minutes to play with this, would you?"--
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
--
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.