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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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"As for the Daligig, well... I understand they've a large number of shock troops aboard their ship, apparently ready to annihilate us at a moment's notice should we show signs of resistance." His smile turned slightly cynical. "Probably to eliminate the possibility of people doing exactly as you suggested. It appears they trust us about as much as we trust them."
If it was the Daligig that struck first, though, they'd be in for a nasty surprise. He wasn't going down without a fight.
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"And so we wait, hoping for the best." He didn't entirely agree with Ildraniath's plan -- after all, attacking one contingent of the Daligig and their protectors meant they had to be prepared to deal with all the rest. And with a fractious crew like this one, with many loathe to even take a life, that could be disastrous.
But taking a harder line with the 'allies' that had appeared out of nowhere to issue threats and orders? Making them answer questions, explain themselves, even through coercion? He felt that was more than justified.