Damn you, Mephron.
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bzarcherOK, calm down. This isn't as bad as it looks. Control your emotions. Think about the surroundings. You're a Peacebringer. You can adapt.
Opening one eye, Novaheart looked around him as best he could. Ankles still chained together. Still hanging from the flagpole of the Berkhart building in downtown Steel Canyon. Still 40 stories up.
Still upside down.
Pressing his chin down into his chest, he could feel his radio click on.
"Hey, Megashock?"
-"Yes?"
"The next time I am dumb enough to get drunk and tell stories about me being stupid, please punch me through a wall before I start to talk."
-"I'll try to remember that."
"Fantastic."
Lifting his head to release the radio, the hero stared down at the tiny, tiny people below him, and forced his body to relax. Exhaling slowly, the chains rattled as they started to slacken, and his ankles wrenched suddenly as they slipped through the chains and off the pole. Don't panic. Let your body change. You cannot be restricted by your birth-form.
The relaxing sensation became more intense until his body felt as if it had become liquid, then settling into a new shape entirely - his body looking more like a glowing brine shrimp with attitude. Still falling, he let a bit of energy from his waiish bladder out to right his body and then a longer stream to turn his fall into a sudden climb. Hooking his tail out, muscles stretched and then pulled hard to loop around an observation deck railing, slamming him onto the concrete like a bungee jump gone wrong. Expelling a bolt of energy from his mouth on reflex, a cardboard target fell backwards, the man shaped silhouette now featuring a fist sized hole in the center of mass.
One.
Letting his tail relax, Novaheart pushed the sensation through his entire body, stretching it out like pizza dough until it felt like he was going to snap. Then, just as he hit the breaking point, and he could almost feel his energy 'self' begin to tear, a feeling of sudden weight and solidity filled him, and his vantage point suddenly rose over eight feet from where it had been. Heavily clawed feet sunk into the concrete of the landing, cracking it under a body dense enough to withstand the surface of stars. Suddenly massive hands with an overlying carapace to protect his knuckles and wrists from impacts flexed slightly, and rather than walk forward and risk damaging the building further, his eyes peered through the glass and metal doors, using a natural form of radar to find where he needed to go. Then, focusing himself, he let his body push itself naturally through the relatively airy quantum spaces of the walls until it needed to be solid again an instant later, between a cardboard 'hostage' and a paintball gun.
A moment later, his chest was covered in slick paint, and the paintball gun had been crumpled into the size of a baseball, so he figured they were even.
Two.
Another 'push' through the quanta, and then he was outside of the building in time to see the 'baby' falling from the next story down. Letting his body flow back to its' natural shape, he willed himself to fall faster, cutting through the air as energy began to tingle past his eyelids, then whip back past his ears on the wind.
Arms out, he did his best to match speeds before pulling the bundled up football to his chest, and then spun himself around to put out just enough energy through his feet to turn a bonebreaking landing into a heavy 'thud' that took his wind away but kept both himself and the pigskin passenger safe.
Three.
Gasping for air as he handed the baby to a somewhat impressed looking bystander, Novaheart's vision was quickly taken up by the dismissive scowl of Imperius.
"You said you could do that in THIRTY seconds, not fourty."
Opening one eye, Novaheart looked around him as best he could. Ankles still chained together. Still hanging from the flagpole of the Berkhart building in downtown Steel Canyon. Still 40 stories up.
Still upside down.
Pressing his chin down into his chest, he could feel his radio click on.
"Hey, Megashock?"
-"Yes?"
"The next time I am dumb enough to get drunk and tell stories about me being stupid, please punch me through a wall before I start to talk."
-"I'll try to remember that."
"Fantastic."
Lifting his head to release the radio, the hero stared down at the tiny, tiny people below him, and forced his body to relax. Exhaling slowly, the chains rattled as they started to slacken, and his ankles wrenched suddenly as they slipped through the chains and off the pole. Don't panic. Let your body change. You cannot be restricted by your birth-form.
The relaxing sensation became more intense until his body felt as if it had become liquid, then settling into a new shape entirely - his body looking more like a glowing brine shrimp with attitude. Still falling, he let a bit of energy from his waiish bladder out to right his body and then a longer stream to turn his fall into a sudden climb. Hooking his tail out, muscles stretched and then pulled hard to loop around an observation deck railing, slamming him onto the concrete like a bungee jump gone wrong. Expelling a bolt of energy from his mouth on reflex, a cardboard target fell backwards, the man shaped silhouette now featuring a fist sized hole in the center of mass.
One.
Letting his tail relax, Novaheart pushed the sensation through his entire body, stretching it out like pizza dough until it felt like he was going to snap. Then, just as he hit the breaking point, and he could almost feel his energy 'self' begin to tear, a feeling of sudden weight and solidity filled him, and his vantage point suddenly rose over eight feet from where it had been. Heavily clawed feet sunk into the concrete of the landing, cracking it under a body dense enough to withstand the surface of stars. Suddenly massive hands with an overlying carapace to protect his knuckles and wrists from impacts flexed slightly, and rather than walk forward and risk damaging the building further, his eyes peered through the glass and metal doors, using a natural form of radar to find where he needed to go. Then, focusing himself, he let his body push itself naturally through the relatively airy quantum spaces of the walls until it needed to be solid again an instant later, between a cardboard 'hostage' and a paintball gun.
A moment later, his chest was covered in slick paint, and the paintball gun had been crumpled into the size of a baseball, so he figured they were even.
Two.
Another 'push' through the quanta, and then he was outside of the building in time to see the 'baby' falling from the next story down. Letting his body flow back to its' natural shape, he willed himself to fall faster, cutting through the air as energy began to tingle past his eyelids, then whip back past his ears on the wind.
Arms out, he did his best to match speeds before pulling the bundled up football to his chest, and then spun himself around to put out just enough energy through his feet to turn a bonebreaking landing into a heavy 'thud' that took his wind away but kept both himself and the pigskin passenger safe.
Three.
Gasping for air as he handed the baby to a somewhat impressed looking bystander, Novaheart's vision was quickly taken up by the dismissive scowl of Imperius.
"You said you could do that in THIRTY seconds, not fourty."
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Date: 2005-10-13 09:27 pm (UTC)Kheldians are fun...
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Date: 2005-10-13 09:26 pm (UTC)I have too much stuff going on to keep writing Fanfic! Even if now I have a ton of ideas...dammit!