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meadowlarklogs2019-01-14 08:41 am
evite) wrote in meadowlarklogs2019-01-14 08:41 am
at this rate of earth decay —
WHO: daisy johnson & anyone who wants to come by!
WHERE: the underground caves
WHEN: september 7 and onwards
WHAT: powers training!
WARNINGS: a little sexual content (heed the subject lines)
OOC NOTES: want to sign up for a session? feel free to pm or have your character sign up on the network here!
[ for those that have lingered in the city for a few weeks, the pin and follow-up directions provided should lead to a familiar destination. for newer arrivals, daisy offers to meet them outside; she shows them the marked door, drawing the pattern on the back of their hand with her fingertip, encourages them to remember this space without photographs or writing it down. the neural networks and inboxes aren't entirely secure, and though the city administration hadn't bothered to crash the big party, there's no need to risk putting them all on some fbi-equivalent list for favoriting an illicit meeting space.
nowadays, the rusted door seems a little more apropos to hush-hush superpower school than a cave rave, and the twisting tunnels offer much appreciated privacy for this most personal of classes. with the insomniac's ball now well and truly over, the rooms that had once been flush with people are now empty, devoid of life or even physical evidence of their visit, leaving them all as options for training space. daisy's claimed a space near the western edge of the tunnels for training purposes — a small collection of gathered LED lanterns lay around the perimeter of the room for light, a box of questionable first-aid kit supplies "borrowed" from the safehouse lay tucked in a corner, and her own jacket spools out across the floor where she sits cross-legged, waiting for any due arrivals.
let's have some fun, shall we? ]
WHERE: the underground caves
WHEN: september 7 and onwards
WHAT: powers training!
WARNINGS: a little sexual content (heed the subject lines)
OOC NOTES: want to sign up for a session? feel free to pm or have your character sign up on the network here!
nowadays, the rusted door seems a little more apropos to hush-hush superpower school than a cave rave, and the twisting tunnels offer much appreciated privacy for this most personal of classes. with the insomniac's ball now well and truly over, the rooms that had once been flush with people are now empty, devoid of life or even physical evidence of their visit, leaving them all as options for training space. daisy's claimed a space near the western edge of the tunnels for training purposes — a small collection of gathered LED lanterns lay around the perimeter of the room for light, a box of questionable first-aid kit supplies "borrowed" from the safehouse lay tucked in a corner, and her own jacket spools out across the floor where she sits cross-legged, waiting for any due arrivals.
let's have some fun, shall we? ]
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[arms crossed after having a look at the place, he spins around on his foot and faces daisy.]
You weren't serious about trying to scare me, right? 'cuz I think you've lost any element of surprise.
[he's excited.] Any ideas? I got some!
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(she still is, but it's different now. she doesn't take that joking easiness for granted anymore.) ]
What did you have in mind? I'm all ears, chicky.
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[he makes a face at that, crossing his arms. it's not offensive by any means, but it's really far beyond what he's used to hearing as his nickname.]
Well, anyway. I've been thinking, right? I really don't know what my power is so there's like a hundred things I can do in order to try an activate it.
[he's taking a leaf from noctis's book, since he's the magic user.]
Maybe I can tire myself out! Exhaustion draws out the power, for some reason! Maybe. It's all theoretical! Or, or-- I should run around really fast. Speed, y'know. What do you think?
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but she's not letting him change it. nicknames must be organic. ]
It's not a bad idea. If you haven't had anything come up for you at all, figuring out what's lurking in the glowcube is going to be the hardest part. [ she's hoping she doesn't have to resort to finding out what people's abilities are after they find themselves in life-or-death situations, but if her experience is anything to go off of, that might be the only guarantee. ] Why don't you try taking a lap? However many you think you need.
[ she'll just be here... filing her nails... ]
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I usually run in the mornings, but I'll do is I'll try to go the fastest I can run!
[there's no true logic to this, so he starts dramatically stretching, allowing daisy to do her own thing as she awaits results. in about a minute, however, he's bouncing on his feet and pushing forward into a jog that quickly turns into haphazard running--as fast as he can go--ending at the wall opposite his starting point. he cushions his crash against it with his hands, using the momentum to push himself to run back fast as he can until he reaches the other wall.]
[this continues for a bit, prompto exerting himself to the limit, until he's exhausted, pausing halfway through and holding onto his knees, breathing heavily.]
I... Any changes...?
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No... I mean, you tell me. Do you feel anything weird or unusual?
[ does she need to clarify that? ]
Like, other than being out of breath, obviously.
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Not really!
[he's an impatient guy, and he'll end up becoming too impatient for this. shouldn't these things be pretty straightforward?]
[and so he lands himself on his ass, sitting down on the floor as he tries to get air back into his lungs at a normal rate.]
What's the opposite of running real fast?
[meditating?]
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[ sitting down, probably, which he's already doing. breathing slowly, which he's not. trying not to overthink whether or not he has powers, but just focusing — focusing. ]
Shit, I didn't even think of it. Okay, sit with me. We're gonna try something new.
[ she's so excited, she can't even calm herself. ]
When I was in Afterlife — a place, not like, actual after-life slash heaven stuff — I had to focus. I had to think about my powers, how they worked, how the world around me worked, in order to hone them. Once I figured them out, I could use them how I wanted to. I mean, I had to practice for years to get to where I was before I got here, but it's a start.
[ deep breaths. first for her, and then for prompto to follow along. slow, gentle, deep breaths. the kind that fill up the lungs and then slowly push out. in through the nose, out through the mouth. ]
Just... focus on the feeling of the empathy bond. Of that warmth that comes through when you touch one of us. Of the power that's in your chest. Think about it, nothing else. Just let it happen.
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There's a couple of things I have questions about--
[mostly that whole afterlife thing, but she's going on excitedly, explaining to him her experience, that prompto finds it rude to keep interrupting and do anything but hear her properly. like, really listen.]
[he catches on to her cue soon enough, matching his breathing with her own. it's clear that he's never quite had to do anything that would necessitate this amount of pause in his never ending fidgeting and moving about.]
Just wanna share the disclaimer that I'm not good at sitting down quietly...
[is what he offers, ultimately, in a mutter. frowning, he closes his eyes (because looking at her distracts him the same way a butterfly can distract a puppy), and through the calming breathing technique, he thinks about it: the warmth she speaks of, of the power that could be residing within him. the notion is foreign, so his mouth twists as he seems to find difficulty in it. shaking his head, he veers his thoughts elsewhere: when he reaches into the magic of the kings of lucis to take his gun, any other equipment of necessity during battle. he imagines how it'd run through his veins, a pale crystal blue, shards exploding to present the acquired weapon from the magical void. he thinks of his friends--the total synergy they obtain during battle, the moments of warmth shared around a campfire, of the softness of a chocobo's feathers under his fingertips, the breeze of cape caem a push of nostalgia for lazy summery days--]
[eventually, his expression does slacken the more immersed he becomes in his thoughts. his frown is no longer there, his jaw not locked into place, any bounce in his body gone.]
[it is now when he opens his eyes and the world seems a bit warped, like using a fish eye lens on a camera, the edges blurred.]
Daisy. Something's happening.
[he doesn't sound so sure of himself; her movements seem slower than his own, like he can predict them, almost, and he's almost too hyper aware of the sound his shoes make against the floor as he stands up, the brush of his palms against the material of his jeans almost painful in how sharp it is.]
Everything looks super sharp. Sounds and feelings, too.
[it's so strange because he isn't doing anything to have it keep happening.]
[in the meantime, he's looking down at his hands and rubbing his fingers together like he's never had the feeling of touch before, or something.]
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but he looks the same as he always does, and her brow knits together a little in confusion. ]
What's happening, exactly? [ but then he elaborates... not that it really clarifies anything for her. as prompto stands, daisy does as well, circling around him slowly as she tries to figure out what precisely he's experiencing.
if anything, he just looks like a guy on a bad acid trip who's just discovering he has limbs. ]
Are you sure you're okay? You didn't try a weird mushroom from the ground or something on the way here, did you?
i can't believe she'd think prompto would ever get high
[he frowns, because although he feels like he gets what's going on, he can't quite put his finger on it. he walks on over closer to daisy and puts his hands on her shoulders--effectively stopping her.]
Stop moving for a sec!
[and then he takes a step back, still frowning]
Punch me in the face.
[this is an idea he has.]
sweet chicky banana
[ she balks, her entire face scrunching up in disbelief — and, admittedly, a little displeasure too at the idea of just randomly punching her charge in the face for the hell of it. she's not ward. she doesn't train people by beating them up. ]
Why would I punch you in the face?
[ because he asked you to, daisy. and it doesn't seem like prompto's willing to take no for an answer, because he nods and gestures, encouraging her where his words have failed. the bit goes on for a minute or so, daisy shaking her head and prompto repeating himself, until finally she sighs and gives in. ]
Fine, [ muttered as she centers herself in front of him, hips and shoulders squaring off. there's no denying from her body language that daisy knows how to fight, and when her arms rocks back to hit him, it's with speed and accuracy on her intended target — said target being his nose, dead-center of his face. ]
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[except that when he punch comes forward, with speed and towards his nose, prompto can see it as if in slow motion, predicting her movements so that he's side skipping out of the way seconds before her elbow even straightens out.]
Attack me but don't tell me how or where!
[it could have been a lucky guess; prompto did tell her to punch him in the face.]
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[ but she notes the seemingly fluid way prompto avoids letting her fist connect with his face. there's no scrunched up look of concentration, no hard exhale of effort; this is almost effortless for him, in a way that makes her wonder. it makes her think of yoyo, too fast to be seen. ]
Are you Speedy Gonzalez now, is that it?
[ another punch, this one aimed at his shoulder; she tries to fake him out, a half-cocked attempt followed up by the real deal. ]
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[he shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders, and even then has the ability to see her through her fake out, stepping out of the way before any actual punch lands.]
My head feels clearer. [on instinct, he tries to summon his gun, but finds himself coming short on that end. it's such a nuisance to not have the lucis line's magic at the tip of his fingers after being so used to it.] Like I can make better decisions in a split second. Bet I could shoot a bullet on the same spot twice.
[he's assuming here, but it's really weird to try and get used to the feeling of a fish eye lens view.]
[wait. fish eye lens? that's it!]
It's -- like a camera! Things feel like they're in better focus!
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though now that she thinks about it... she can't recall anyone's powers here being particularly obvious beyond their impacts. even rey's gravity shtick had left her looking perfectly normal outside of, you know, floating in midair. ]
Okay. Time might be slowing down for you, is that it? Because you're still moving at normal speed as far as I can tell, but. You dodged that like I wasn't.
[ some serious karate kid vibes over here!!! ]
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[pretty much, his decision making is a lot faster now, than otherwise. instead of juggling different options, he goes straight for the one that will give him the best result possible.]
[he puts his hands into fists, excitedly.]
Oh, man, this can come super handy in a fight...
[it isn't controlling fire, or electricity, or super speed. but he's very happy with it.]