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trans_92011-10-03 03:34 pm
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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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Howard uses his hands to pantomime Wolverine's ridiculous hair. "Big stupid hair, sideburns, about my height but like, five times as muscular. Okay, maybe fifty times. You'd know him if you saw him."
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"I'll keep a look out for short muscular guys with ridiculous hair, then. So far it's only been tall, muscular guys with no hair." Zouichi reached over to pet Emergency Rations again. Aww, so soft.
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Emergency Rations rolls over so her stomach is exposed. Howard raises an eyebrow and continues to stroke her side. "Hey, we've got plenty of ridiculous hair in this crew. I saw Lash hide a whole slingshot in hers earlier."
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"Yeah, but... you'd probably know what I was talking about if you met him. It looked like he had about a metric ton of hair gel in it."
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Howard lays down on the couch, twisting his body so he can continue to pet the cat. He looks concerned. "Zou, listen, she's making a weird noise."
Emergency Rations is purring.
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"...I think she's just purring." It's much louder than he expected it would be, but it wasn't as though she seemed to be in distress.
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The grin that breaks out across Howard's face is possibly the widest and most genuine Zouichi's ever seen from him. "Oh. Wow. I thought it'd sound different."
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Zouichi glanced at Howard, then smiled a little in turn, listening to the sound of the rain outside. He might even be tempted to fall asleep... if he slept all that often. Which he did not.
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Howard's tempted by that same thought. Something about petting a cat and listening to the sounds of her purring mingling with the patter of rain. And probably something about having run around in the rain after pulling a night shift.
He's asleep before he even realizes how seriously he was considering it.
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