Lorna jumpe off the ground, and didn't go back down. It was like swimming through air, as she drifted up and up.
"That's it! That's it, you're -oop!" Paulo gently grabbed her arm before she floated up like a balloon. "Step Two: propulsion. When I let go, I want you to imagine a force either pushing behind you, or pulling you along. Try not to go too fast for now. When you need to stop, imagine that force pushing you backwards. Do you need help knowing where any obstacles are?"
edited 29th Apr '12 12:19:06 AM by LizardOfAus
She rocked back as he gripped her wrist and bobbed away like a helium balloon on a string. It felt extremely strange and scary, this new ability, and she wasn't sure what up or down was- although that in itself was exciting.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to work my way around...the roof is that way," she pointed her hand in a vague direction, "...right? And there's a tree somewhere..." she hesitated, "...yeah, a bit of help, maybe."
When I walk on the street counting my steps, magic keeps silent and reality stalks me.
"Okay, no worries. I'll call out for you to stop if you're headed for something. Just be careful with your speed." He let go of her wrist. "Ready when you are."
John was quick to close his eyes before Lars committed his act of torture. What he was doing, it was so wrong.
edited 3rd May '12 7:10:28 AM by JustaUsername
Some people say I'm lazy. It's hard to disagree.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Alan spoke up, crossing his arms.
"Hold up a damn second, Eight Arms, I've got business with him. You deciding to dismember him won't help anyone."
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
"You must have never needed information before, then. But fine, I'm a patient man, and I'll be here when he doesn't want to talk." He stepped away from the soldier, and shook his hatchet at the man (soldier), "Just remember, amigo, I'll be right here when he's done 'talking'".
edited 3rd May '12 8:58:08 AM by nman
The soldier breathed heavily. "I have nothing to do with you, civilian!" he snapped at Alan, with the voice of a man experienced in swallowing down pain.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Alan nodded, stepping forward. "You might not. But i've still got questions to ask, and remember; the longer you talk to me..."
He didn't finish the sentence, instead kneeling down beside the soldier.
"First off, why were your little bugs flying around?"
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
"...Part of the recruitment. When the Militia learns where a Revenge user lives, a group of cameras are sent to the area locate them."
edited 4th May '12 7:08:17 AM by LizardOfAus
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
"Is the Militia keeping track of whoever gets to the Heart? How are you figuring out who's who?"
edited 4th May '12 7:52:21 AM by InfiniteParagon
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
"We have a source."
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
"You're quite sociable, aren't you? Well, if you're done talking, I think i'll just let Eight Arms here deal with you now."
Alan stood up, nodding to Eight Arms.
To Officer Johnson, he asked, "So getting information aside, what happens to Sergeant Dumbass?"
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
"When this is done, we'll get him into custody. We have our own special prison for Lightlives."
"Roger that, pal," Lars said to Alan. He walked over to the soldier, hatchet in hand. "Well, guess you're not the talkative type after all. You know, the problem these people have is that they want you to talk. But that's no way to go about it, is it? It needs to be that you want to talk." He resumed the position he had been in before, a pair of hands reaching in through the soldier's faceplace to clamp his mouth closed, two more holding down the soldier's hands and legs, and swung the small hatchet with the final pair. *
edited 4th May '12 9:20:22 AM by nman
"Don't cut it off!" yelped Penny.
"Dammit, you too!?" Lars said, halting his swing. "What now!?"
Penny had her hands over her mouth right after she yelped out. "...sorry. It just..."
"Don't completely cut something off, please," said Natalie. "Hacking is fine."
edited 4th May '12 9:36:32 AM by LizardOfAus
"Ugh, whatever you say, girlie, I'll do something else, not like that was my only option," said the lumberjack as he put the hatchet back on his bandolier. He pulled out an axe from his back, and started swinging for the soldier's right kneecap.
The soldier gave a muffled cry of pain.
Not heeding the soldier, Lars continued swinging at the limb.
John was shaking keeping, his eyes closed. He didn't want to see what was happening.
Gary eventually had enough of the sight. His son was going to get scarred by this and this didn't seem like ethical conduct. "Hey Officer, I'm pretty sure torture is illegal! I think you guys might be going too far!"
Some people say I'm lazy. It's hard to disagree.
Natalie turned to Gary sympathetically. "Any injuries can be very easily healed, and if we need to we can wipe his short term memory. But you're right. John shouldn't have to watch this."
Gary proceeds to walk over to his son and said "John, I know you don't want to watch this, so we're leaving."
The man picked up the puppy and walked away from the scene. John wasn't willing to open his eyes until he was assured that it was safe to do so.
Some people say I'm lazy. It's hard to disagree.
"Could'a just covered the dog's eyes," Lars commented without looking up from his work.
She nodded. She hadn't jumped in perhaps years, as there was no point in jumping in her state, but she knew how to. Mostly.
She put her flute down and jumped up once, carefully, and landed on her feet with an unexpected jolt before she landed on her behind. She quickly got up, redfaced, before he could react, already being used to tripping over various objects, and brushed off her skirt automatically.
Well, at least the novelty of the feeling made it stronger. It had a alien feeling, being without her feet on the ground, before gravity pulled her down by her skin again. She jumped again, more confident this time, to get the feel of it, this time without tripping over. It was slightly frightening, for some reason.
The third time she jumped, she concentrated on the feeling of weightlessness she had before, and she jumped again, and it felt like slow motion as she concentrated with all her might, on getting higher, higher, higher...
When I walk on the street counting my steps, magic keeps silent and reality stalks me.