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trans_92010-12-03 08:11 pm
morphitudinous) wrote in trans_92010-12-03 08:11 pm
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The Meditative Art [Open of course]
After countless hours of training with Rangers and tending to the Engineering department's needs, Billy found that he needed a break. Not necessarily for very long, just a space to clear his head (and train, for in Billy-world wasted time is a terrible thing---especially when one has to fight the Ohm in a few days).
Which meant traveling to a Sensorium, capable of being as quiet as he needed it to be. For the setting he chose a simple beach with fine sand, waves rolling quietly in the background. A flat mat lay over a section of the sand, waiting for him to practice on it. Excellent.
Changing into a comfortable blue training outfit, Billy began a quiet routine. First, the warm-up exercises. Light jogging, then stretching. He then moved onto katas, with some techniques from home and others adapted from the combat training. As always, he started slowly and stumbled a little, but before long he found himself settling into his pattern. Without onlookers judging, he felt much more relaxed and willing to push himself. A computerized voice in the background, his subconscious need for feedback, came floating through the chamber to egg him on: Go on, Billy. Try it. You'll be fine.
Should he be daring today? Billy decided that yes, he'd like to try a difficult kick combo he'd seen practiced at home. With all this training under his belt, he just might be able to manage it. He conjured a dummy figure from memory to perform the move, watched, then attempted it himself.
It took many slow-downs and plenty of analysis of the hologram to fully understand the procedure, but Billy landed a successful attempt. Then another. As his confidence mounted, he felt the accumulated worries start to recede. Words of encouragement came to him from that digitized voice as he practiced, its tone slowly becoming warmer and more familiar to him as it echoed through the chamber. All right, Bill! I knew you had it in you.
Recognition struck Billy as he finished another successful combo, and he was startled enough to forget to begin the cooldown process for a moment or two. He'd almost forgotten, but...he knew that voice from long before all of this. It took all his willpower not to call that kind face to mind as well, but he shouldn't. It wasn't right to stare at a shadow of a best friend.
"I guess I'm not as alone as I hoped, even in my own head," Billy thought aloud, stretching on the mat with a faint smile. Despite himself, he felt a little glimmer of confidence about their upcoming battle. In a few moments, he'd be ready to work at some other exercises.
And he might be even less alone than that. Instead of locking the door, Billy had placed some dunes at the front of the Sensorium to give entrants the clear idea that it was occupied. It was also, as it turned out, a perfect hiding spot.
Which meant traveling to a Sensorium, capable of being as quiet as he needed it to be. For the setting he chose a simple beach with fine sand, waves rolling quietly in the background. A flat mat lay over a section of the sand, waiting for him to practice on it. Excellent.
Changing into a comfortable blue training outfit, Billy began a quiet routine. First, the warm-up exercises. Light jogging, then stretching. He then moved onto katas, with some techniques from home and others adapted from the combat training. As always, he started slowly and stumbled a little, but before long he found himself settling into his pattern. Without onlookers judging, he felt much more relaxed and willing to push himself. A computerized voice in the background, his subconscious need for feedback, came floating through the chamber to egg him on: Go on, Billy. Try it. You'll be fine.
Should he be daring today? Billy decided that yes, he'd like to try a difficult kick combo he'd seen practiced at home. With all this training under his belt, he just might be able to manage it. He conjured a dummy figure from memory to perform the move, watched, then attempted it himself.
It took many slow-downs and plenty of analysis of the hologram to fully understand the procedure, but Billy landed a successful attempt. Then another. As his confidence mounted, he felt the accumulated worries start to recede. Words of encouragement came to him from that digitized voice as he practiced, its tone slowly becoming warmer and more familiar to him as it echoed through the chamber. All right, Bill! I knew you had it in you.
Recognition struck Billy as he finished another successful combo, and he was startled enough to forget to begin the cooldown process for a moment or two. He'd almost forgotten, but...he knew that voice from long before all of this. It took all his willpower not to call that kind face to mind as well, but he shouldn't. It wasn't right to stare at a shadow of a best friend.
"I guess I'm not as alone as I hoped, even in my own head," Billy thought aloud, stretching on the mat with a faint smile. Despite himself, he felt a little glimmer of confidence about their upcoming battle. In a few moments, he'd be ready to work at some other exercises.
And he might be even less alone than that. Instead of locking the door, Billy had placed some dunes at the front of the Sensorium to give entrants the clear idea that it was occupied. It was also, as it turned out, a perfect hiding spot.