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the test of techniques/the forms/and stances/the flow/the rythm/the internal answers [open]
God knows where she'd gotten the blades.
They hovered in the air, little menacing antigravity buzzsaw shuriken. Violence lay coiled within them, not directed outward but in, at Sheeana who stood poised with her arms spread. This was the attitude with which she called the great worm. Her toes curled in, feeling the strange, unfamiliar grass (coarse, yes, like the rare poverty grasses that sometimes grew on the leeward side of the dunes but still far too thick for her liking and multicolored). She opened her awareness, allowing herself to become part of the place and her of it.
Seven, a warm up. Their timer finished counting down, they converged in on her
There was a series of contortions that blurred in and out of visibility. She leapt. She hugged the ground. At one point she found herself poised on one hand, feet thrown up into the air like a Minoan athlete over the bull.
For practicing the Weirding Way, no artificial lightshow would do, no matter how real feeling.
They hovered in the air, little menacing antigravity buzzsaw shuriken. Violence lay coiled within them, not directed outward but in, at Sheeana who stood poised with her arms spread. This was the attitude with which she called the great worm. Her toes curled in, feeling the strange, unfamiliar grass (coarse, yes, like the rare poverty grasses that sometimes grew on the leeward side of the dunes but still far too thick for her liking and multicolored). She opened her awareness, allowing herself to become part of the place and her of it.
Seven, a warm up. Their timer finished counting down, they converged in on her
There was a series of contortions that blurred in and out of visibility. She leapt. She hugged the ground. At one point she found herself poised on one hand, feet thrown up into the air like a Minoan athlete over the bull.
For practicing the Weirding Way, no artificial lightshow would do, no matter how real feeling.
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"Doses spaced at least a month apart will not result in addiction." And then it was time to withdraw the stick. "Ah, you will forgive me if I do not reveal every detail of a substance on which my life depends to anyone."
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He was of two minds about that detail. It was a way to control her, if this girl became too clever for her own good. And it was a warning for himself, of how dangerous an addiction to Spice could become.
"I see." He slowly circled her again, his mind looking at the situation from more angles than one would think existed.
"What would you recommend?"
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If Luthaur meant this circling to be intimidating, to invoke the aspect of a hawk bearing down on a mouse, it hadn't worked. She didn't think that was like him though...If only that he also knew she was immune to such things. Perhaps it was more
"Knowing that, it all depends on what your goals are. What do you wish to do with it? To find out?"
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"Everything," he answered without hesitation. "I want to find out everything." All the secrets of the universe, and the power they contain.
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Perhaps. But Lex was always one who not only dared to dream big, but to go for it himself.
"Do enjoy the Hanukkah celebration," he told her. "You'll be hearing from soon."