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trans_92011-10-03 03:34 pm
zouichi.livejournal.com) wrote in trans_92011-10-03 03:34 pm
That melt into spring [Open]
Zouchi stood by the blue-green waters of Faron Spring, eyes tracing the old, intricate patterns that covered the surfaces of the rocks nearby. The weather in this part of the City was a little cooler than usual, but he felt no discomfort; it was still well within his operational tolerances.
As he waited there, almost entirely still, a light rain began to fall from the sky. Artificial rain, of course, for an artificial city, but it was cool against his face and good for the plants. Zouichi closed his eyes for a moment; when he reopened them, the rain was still there... but it was accompanied by something else. Silvery numeric annotations swam through his vision, attached to each drop of water, too fast and too numerous for an untrained observer to make sense of. Speed calculations, trajectory and force projections. Each droplet of rain was a variable, a world of controlled chaos.
Some disappeared into the soft grass; others dropped onto the surface of the spring, sending up a cascade of secondary equations as it cast ripples across the surface of the water.
When it was time for battle, these same quicksilver calculations would help guide him in action: they'd show him the best way to destroy, the swiftest way to kill. But for now, there was no need to bend them to that purpose. Instead, he watched as they fell like phantoms through the sky.
As he waited there, almost entirely still, a light rain began to fall from the sky. Artificial rain, of course, for an artificial city, but it was cool against his face and good for the plants. Zouichi closed his eyes for a moment; when he reopened them, the rain was still there... but it was accompanied by something else. Silvery numeric annotations swam through his vision, attached to each drop of water, too fast and too numerous for an untrained observer to make sense of. Speed calculations, trajectory and force projections. Each droplet of rain was a variable, a world of controlled chaos.
Some disappeared into the soft grass; others dropped onto the surface of the spring, sending up a cascade of secondary equations as it cast ripples across the surface of the water.
When it was time for battle, these same quicksilver calculations would help guide him in action: they'd show him the best way to destroy, the swiftest way to kill. But for now, there was no need to bend them to that purpose. Instead, he watched as they fell like phantoms through the sky.
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"Come to think of it, what does your family look like? I'll keep a look out for them, too."
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Did you expect something different from a clone? "You can probably see the resemblance for my sister straight away, too." He would have mentioned the production numbers. But no screw that constant reminder. Also Albedo and Citrine wore outfits that covered their own, anyway.
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You never know. Maybe U.R.T.V.s worked like in Metal Gear Solid, and there was an Old Jr. somewhere."Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. How are you getting along with Howard?"
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"But I'm glad you've been getting along. Maybe we can all go out and play cards or something."
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He smirked. "He seemed to like the idea of the Game Room! You still remember those poker lessons I gave you, right?"
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