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trans_92009-06-03 07:47 pm
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An attitude of altitude and probity by which to abide [open]
Lafiel's discovered the sensorium. More specifically, the low gravity training program.
It's conjured up a smooth, reflective floor under a dome of stars. Primary shapes in primary colors hover equidistant from her, awaiting the countdown. A soft, female voice (and Lafiel briefly wonders why these voices are always female...) counts down.
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1
Gravity is abruptly reduced to 5% and Lafiel pushes off of the balls of her feet, rising gracefully to the middle of the dome. Out of the corner of her vision, one of the shapes changes color and in a tenth of a second she has shot it with her simulated klanyu*. More shapes flash and they too are hit as she twists and turns in a ball, impelling herself into position by twisting herself in midair. When she reaches the invisible barrier at the top, she gently pushes off of it with her feet, describing a graceful arc that leaves three more targets turned.
She sheathes the klanyu and floats back to the floor, touching first palms then soles with her reflection. Great digital letters are floating in the air: Level 7 Completed.
She hasn't yet broken a sweat and she knows the weightlessness is an illusion, that she'll be back to feeling heavy and injuring herself when she leaves. But she's feeling a lot more relaxed anyway.
Interrupt her: Y/N?
*[laser pistol]
It's conjured up a smooth, reflective floor under a dome of stars. Primary shapes in primary colors hover equidistant from her, awaiting the countdown. A soft, female voice (and Lafiel briefly wonders why these voices are always female...) counts down.
5
4
3
2
1
Gravity is abruptly reduced to 5% and Lafiel pushes off of the balls of her feet, rising gracefully to the middle of the dome. Out of the corner of her vision, one of the shapes changes color and in a tenth of a second she has shot it with her simulated klanyu*. More shapes flash and they too are hit as she twists and turns in a ball, impelling herself into position by twisting herself in midair. When she reaches the invisible barrier at the top, she gently pushes off of it with her feet, describing a graceful arc that leaves three more targets turned.
She sheathes the klanyu and floats back to the floor, touching first palms then soles with her reflection. Great digital letters are floating in the air: Level 7 Completed.
She hasn't yet broken a sweat and she knows the weightlessness is an illusion, that she'll be back to feeling heavy and injuring herself when she leaves. But she's feeling a lot more relaxed anyway.
Interrupt her: Y/N?
*[laser pistol]