I had spent all of yesterday sitting around the base. My emotions were doing a fair imitation of a pendulum, oscillating from happy wonder on one end to fatalistic depression on the other.
On the positive side of this raw deal I had a sword, or maybe part of me was a sword. I'm still not entirely sure. But any way you look at it, that pretty cool. The fact that it emitted a soft green light was just gravy. Ok, a fluorescing sword isn't all that much better than a normal sword. But when an object that shouldn't normally glow begins to do so, its a sign that something more is going on. I knew there was more to this sword, and I was going to find out what it was. The emotional reassurance I got when holding it further cemented this concept.
On the negative side I had just 'lost' my family for all intents and purposes. Mentally I knew they were alive and well, but I would never be able to talk to or see them again. I was stuck in a crazy world where spandex and primary colors where the height of fashion; where crime was so much of a problem that anyone could spend a few hours filling out paperwork (or have a lab technician be nice enough to do if for you) and legally engage in vigilante justice; and get payed for it. On top off all that I was stuck holding a glowing sword that I had no idea how to use. Sure the healthy green glow might mean some part of my subconscious was still afraid of the dark and I would never need a flashlight again. Or it might mean it was radioactive, and I would shortly develop large cancerous growths on my hands and arms.
I had fiddled around with the sword a bit, it wasn't sharp enough to take off part of my thumb, but it did have an edge. And I didn't trust myself (even if I kept getting the feeling that the sword did) to not inflict grievous bodily harm upon myself by pretending to know what I was doing.
In any event I needed to:
1a) get the sword looked at by someone who knew something about magic
1b) someone who knew technological artifacts
1c) someone who knew swords (I knew enough to know I had no clue what style it was)
2) learn how to use it beyond 'pointy end goes in other person'.
3) Become self-sufficient, or at least make headway in that direction.
I had asked around about who I should go see about my first issue. MAGI pointed me to DATA, DATA pointed me to SERAPH, and SERAPH gave me an address of a weaponsmith in the southeast corner of town.
It was on my way over there that I ran into trouble. More specifically two Hellions practicing social darwinism with a lady and her purse. Before I knew what was happening I found myself running, towards them.
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(and here is where I cut it off for now to polish up the fight scene.)
(I also hope that ViiOR isn't being forgotten in favor of this more recent plot/idea bunny)-Terry
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"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away." - Antoine de Saint Exupery
The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
On the positive side of this raw deal I had a sword, or maybe part of me was a sword. I'm still not entirely sure. But any way you look at it, that pretty cool. The fact that it emitted a soft green light was just gravy. Ok, a fluorescing sword isn't all that much better than a normal sword. But when an object that shouldn't normally glow begins to do so, its a sign that something more is going on. I knew there was more to this sword, and I was going to find out what it was. The emotional reassurance I got when holding it further cemented this concept.
On the negative side I had just 'lost' my family for all intents and purposes. Mentally I knew they were alive and well, but I would never be able to talk to or see them again. I was stuck in a crazy world where spandex and primary colors where the height of fashion; where crime was so much of a problem that anyone could spend a few hours filling out paperwork (or have a lab technician be nice enough to do if for you) and legally engage in vigilante justice; and get payed for it. On top off all that I was stuck holding a glowing sword that I had no idea how to use. Sure the healthy green glow might mean some part of my subconscious was still afraid of the dark and I would never need a flashlight again. Or it might mean it was radioactive, and I would shortly develop large cancerous growths on my hands and arms.
I had fiddled around with the sword a bit, it wasn't sharp enough to take off part of my thumb, but it did have an edge. And I didn't trust myself (even if I kept getting the feeling that the sword did) to not inflict grievous bodily harm upon myself by pretending to know what I was doing.
In any event I needed to:
1a) get the sword looked at by someone who knew something about magic
1b) someone who knew technological artifacts
1c) someone who knew swords (I knew enough to know I had no clue what style it was)
2) learn how to use it beyond 'pointy end goes in other person'.
3) Become self-sufficient, or at least make headway in that direction.
I had asked around about who I should go see about my first issue. MAGI pointed me to DATA, DATA pointed me to SERAPH, and SERAPH gave me an address of a weaponsmith in the southeast corner of town.
It was on my way over there that I ran into trouble. More specifically two Hellions practicing social darwinism with a lady and her purse. Before I knew what was happening I found myself running, towards them.
-----
(and here is where I cut it off for now to polish up the fight scene.)
(I also hope that ViiOR isn't being forgotten in favor of this more recent plot/idea bunny)-Terry
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"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away." - Antoine de Saint Exupery
The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy