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maskormenacelogs2017-03-19 06:11 am
thelasttsviet) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-03-19 06:11 am
They say obligations tie you down...
WHO: Shelke Rui and open. Specific prompts in the comments.
WHERE: All around!
WHEN: Mid-March
WHAT: Shelke playing with her powers and meeting with various people.
WARNINGS: None probably.
Notes: This is in prose but brackets are fine. Let me know if you want a specific prompt.
It had been a little more than a month since Bruce Wayne and his company had come up with a synthetic version of Shelke's 'mako' injections. It wasn't quite the same, of course, and it had taken her a few weeks to adjust to it, but after that...she'd been healthy. As healthy as she ever was, anyway, so still easily tired and trapped in the body of a nine year old, but still, better than the bone-weary exhaustion she'd been feeling towards the end there.
Except, that unlike the last time she had been healthy, she wasn't caught up in a war against an entire planet lead by a cult of lunatics. No hunting for Vincent Valentine or 'pure' spirits, no sneaking into the WRO. No fighting her own people to stop an ancient weapon of mass destruction...
No anything, really. Except a new world to explore and mysterious powers she didn't understand and an empty house to try and fix up.
After a few days, she couldn't decide if she was overwhelmed, indecisive, or just bored. So she tried to think about it analytically. She couldn't do everything at once, and if she tried, she'd do them all badly. And her Deepground training had left a certain instilled desire to get one thing perfect before moving onto the next. So, the obvious thing to do was learn what was new first.
Her new power. Or altered power. Whatever it was that made her feel like she could just...dive in...whenever she linked herself to a computer. She had always been able to 'mentally' link to a network, admitted using an interface back home but here just by touching, but this felt...different.
So after several hours of psyching herself up, she tried it. When she felt the pull from the machine, instead of pulling back, she let it yank her in. And it did. Physically. Suddenly she was inside the network, perceiving it almost as if it were a physical ocean or river she could interact with. It was fascinating. It was amazing.
It was entirely disorienting.
She managed to yank herself back out into the real world after several minutes of aimlessly 'swimming' amidst the sea of information inside her laptop, and found herself sprawled out on the floor of her living room, staring at the ceiling, barely able to catch her breath.
Huh.
It was another hour before she was brave enough to try again, but she remained inside much longer. By the end of the day she was starting to even understand what she found inside. Interpret it. Interact with it. It was like nothing she had ever even dreamed of before.
It was three days later that she decided to move further on, out into the greater network. Out into the internet...
Online! - It started as a shimmer of light that seemed to leak out of one of the ports on someone's computer. Are they at home? At work? In a cafe trying to write the great American novel? Well now they're not, because the shimmer slowly flutters out and shifts and dances into a humanoid shape, and then with a noise not quite unlike a pop, Shelke was standing next to the machine, dressed in a brown skirt and pink sweater, her red hair a bit messed and her expression slightly bewildered.
"...Huh."
She seemed just as surprise as everyone else that she was there, honestly. Well, as surprised as she ever was, really. After a few seconds, her faintly glowing eyes fix on the owner of the machine.
"Where am I?"
Cellular phones are a series of portable tubes - The phone started misbehaving as soon as Shelke hit it, but to the owner, it would just be a sudden series of bizarre application openings or closings, a phone-call that abruptly started to dial then stopped, and finally a text program opening and refusing to be closed.
It was thirty seconds or so before anything happened, and then a word appeared in the program.
Hello? Can you see this?
WHERE: All around!
WHEN: Mid-March
WHAT: Shelke playing with her powers and meeting with various people.
WARNINGS: None probably.
Notes: This is in prose but brackets are fine. Let me know if you want a specific prompt.
It had been a little more than a month since Bruce Wayne and his company had come up with a synthetic version of Shelke's 'mako' injections. It wasn't quite the same, of course, and it had taken her a few weeks to adjust to it, but after that...she'd been healthy. As healthy as she ever was, anyway, so still easily tired and trapped in the body of a nine year old, but still, better than the bone-weary exhaustion she'd been feeling towards the end there.
Except, that unlike the last time she had been healthy, she wasn't caught up in a war against an entire planet lead by a cult of lunatics. No hunting for Vincent Valentine or 'pure' spirits, no sneaking into the WRO. No fighting her own people to stop an ancient weapon of mass destruction...
No anything, really. Except a new world to explore and mysterious powers she didn't understand and an empty house to try and fix up.
After a few days, she couldn't decide if she was overwhelmed, indecisive, or just bored. So she tried to think about it analytically. She couldn't do everything at once, and if she tried, she'd do them all badly. And her Deepground training had left a certain instilled desire to get one thing perfect before moving onto the next. So, the obvious thing to do was learn what was new first.
Her new power. Or altered power. Whatever it was that made her feel like she could just...dive in...whenever she linked herself to a computer. She had always been able to 'mentally' link to a network, admitted using an interface back home but here just by touching, but this felt...different.
So after several hours of psyching herself up, she tried it. When she felt the pull from the machine, instead of pulling back, she let it yank her in. And it did. Physically. Suddenly she was inside the network, perceiving it almost as if it were a physical ocean or river she could interact with. It was fascinating. It was amazing.
It was entirely disorienting.
She managed to yank herself back out into the real world after several minutes of aimlessly 'swimming' amidst the sea of information inside her laptop, and found herself sprawled out on the floor of her living room, staring at the ceiling, barely able to catch her breath.
Huh.
It was another hour before she was brave enough to try again, but she remained inside much longer. By the end of the day she was starting to even understand what she found inside. Interpret it. Interact with it. It was like nothing she had ever even dreamed of before.
It was three days later that she decided to move further on, out into the greater network. Out into the internet...
Online! - It started as a shimmer of light that seemed to leak out of one of the ports on someone's computer. Are they at home? At work? In a cafe trying to write the great American novel? Well now they're not, because the shimmer slowly flutters out and shifts and dances into a humanoid shape, and then with a noise not quite unlike a pop, Shelke was standing next to the machine, dressed in a brown skirt and pink sweater, her red hair a bit messed and her expression slightly bewildered.
"...Huh."
She seemed just as surprise as everyone else that she was there, honestly. Well, as surprised as she ever was, really. After a few seconds, her faintly glowing eyes fix on the owner of the machine.
"Where am I?"
Cellular phones are a series of portable tubes - The phone started misbehaving as soon as Shelke hit it, but to the owner, it would just be a sudden series of bizarre application openings or closings, a phone-call that abruptly started to dial then stopped, and finally a text program opening and refusing to be closed.
It was thirty seconds or so before anything happened, and then a word appeared in the program.
Hello? Can you see this?