((Rev Dark's making me feel a bit intimidated now... sounds like we might have the same powersets too? '.' ))
I finally figured out why the way my hair moved around on it's own seemed familiar.
And after talking with Logan, I think I'm happy I didn't remember it at first.
"Bioenhancement Angel." Yeah. If he ended up with *worshippers* just like that, what sort of situation might I have ended up in before I could explain no, not *that* kind of angel?
Anyway, it's really just a fancy term for having cells that can repair and reconfigure themselves at a fantastic rate. But as usual, it's the little details that get to you.
Like pain.
I don't feel it.
Seriously, do you realize how screwed up that can make you? I'd noted it in some writing before, but I'd never really understood the implications. I wasn't what you'd call combat-trained back home, but the idea of dodging when someone was trying to hit you was one I could relate to and put into practice. But now? The drive just isn't there. It's easier to just stand there and take it, then bash them while they're looking surprised at you. And somehow none of it messes up my clothes either. What the hell? I distinctly fail to remember having worn a bulletproof t-shirt the day this all started.
Oh, and when I'm cooking, I have to be sure to tell people that yes, it's very hot, and no, they shouldn't touch it without a potholder unless they're me.
Yeah, that's one of the good parts. Potholders always make me feel like the pot's going to go flying out of my hand at any moment. That, and I can drink hot chocolate now. It's amazing how much different it tastes than when it's just warm.
This afternoon I decided to test the hair thing. I went to one place and asked them to dye my hair. Then I went to another, and asked them to bleach it. Both times, I ended up apologizing profusely for wasting their time. Eladmarium hair. What was I thinking?
Tomorrow morning I think I'll go buy a bucket of forest green interior latex and dip my head in it. That should work. I think.
-Morgan. (Note for non-me readers: Eladmarium is a made up substance that is capable of moving around under some circumstances (such as being prehensile hair), is very difficult to cut or otherwise damage, and is *always* black.)"Mikuru-chan molested me! I'm... so happy!"
-Haruhi, "The Ecchi of Haruhi Suzumiya"
---(Not really)
I finally figured out why the way my hair moved around on it's own seemed familiar.
And after talking with Logan, I think I'm happy I didn't remember it at first.
"Bioenhancement Angel." Yeah. If he ended up with *worshippers* just like that, what sort of situation might I have ended up in before I could explain no, not *that* kind of angel?
Anyway, it's really just a fancy term for having cells that can repair and reconfigure themselves at a fantastic rate. But as usual, it's the little details that get to you.
Like pain.
I don't feel it.
Seriously, do you realize how screwed up that can make you? I'd noted it in some writing before, but I'd never really understood the implications. I wasn't what you'd call combat-trained back home, but the idea of dodging when someone was trying to hit you was one I could relate to and put into practice. But now? The drive just isn't there. It's easier to just stand there and take it, then bash them while they're looking surprised at you. And somehow none of it messes up my clothes either. What the hell? I distinctly fail to remember having worn a bulletproof t-shirt the day this all started.
Oh, and when I'm cooking, I have to be sure to tell people that yes, it's very hot, and no, they shouldn't touch it without a potholder unless they're me.
Yeah, that's one of the good parts. Potholders always make me feel like the pot's going to go flying out of my hand at any moment. That, and I can drink hot chocolate now. It's amazing how much different it tastes than when it's just warm.
This afternoon I decided to test the hair thing. I went to one place and asked them to dye my hair. Then I went to another, and asked them to bleach it. Both times, I ended up apologizing profusely for wasting their time. Eladmarium hair. What was I thinking?
Tomorrow morning I think I'll go buy a bucket of forest green interior latex and dip my head in it. That should work. I think.
-Morgan. (Note for non-me readers: Eladmarium is a made up substance that is capable of moving around under some circumstances (such as being prehensile hair), is very difficult to cut or otherwise damage, and is *always* black.)"Mikuru-chan molested me! I'm... so happy!"
-Haruhi, "The Ecchi of Haruhi Suzumiya"
---(Not really)