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trans_92012-03-07 03:10 pm
morphitudinous) wrote in trans_92012-03-07 03:10 pm
Pattern Detection [Open]
Who: Billy and whoever wants to find him late at night!
Where: Anywhere, just name a location in your tag.
Summary: Billy thinks he sees a pattern in the recent repoddings. Worried about his future and all the recent revelations, he prepares for the worst.
Warnings: None
Using patterns to predict future events wasn't foolproof, especially when the existence of a pattern was unclear or debatable, but Billy wasn't taking any chances. The most critical thing, as they'd all discussed, was to write down and copy information just in case. He'd been neglecting that duty, and with the recent events, the 'just in case' he was supposed to prepare for suddenly looked more likely. Billy hoped he was wrong about this, but now was not the time to take a risk. There were too many important things that needed saving.
It was late into the night, at an hour when most of his friends should be asleep, and Billy showed no sign of going to bed any time soon. He was coding his files on the latest Engineering projects onto multiple datapads and making hand copies of the same blueprints wherever possible. Once done, he hid the most important files in the lab, in his room at home, in the media library, on the observation deck, in his old car in the City, and in a few nondescript buildings here and there.
He roamed the halls, poking at his datapad to maintain the illusion that it was business as usual. The main thought echoing in his head was Not yet, please not yet.
Where: Anywhere, just name a location in your tag.
Summary: Billy thinks he sees a pattern in the recent repoddings. Worried about his future and all the recent revelations, he prepares for the worst.
Warnings: None
Using patterns to predict future events wasn't foolproof, especially when the existence of a pattern was unclear or debatable, but Billy wasn't taking any chances. The most critical thing, as they'd all discussed, was to write down and copy information just in case. He'd been neglecting that duty, and with the recent events, the 'just in case' he was supposed to prepare for suddenly looked more likely. Billy hoped he was wrong about this, but now was not the time to take a risk. There were too many important things that needed saving.
It was late into the night, at an hour when most of his friends should be asleep, and Billy showed no sign of going to bed any time soon. He was coding his files on the latest Engineering projects onto multiple datapads and making hand copies of the same blueprints wherever possible. Once done, he hid the most important files in the lab, in his room at home, in the media library, on the observation deck, in his old car in the City, and in a few nondescript buildings here and there.
He roamed the halls, poking at his datapad to maintain the illusion that it was business as usual. The main thought echoing in his head was Not yet, please not yet.
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"But why? Were you heavily using your magic today?"
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"I am a wizard, which means my magic is learned, not inborn. One limitation of this learning is that I must prepare my spells in advance, rather than have access to any spell I know at any time. This spell I routinely prepare twice, for just this sort of situation, but on casting it twice I will no longer have access to it until I rest for the night and prepare spells once again tomorrow morning. Naturally, I have certain means to avoid this, but they rely on a highly limited resource and are best suited for life-or-death situations, not copying."
He again spoke the words and made the gestures of the spell, and for a second time the papers duplicated themselves.
"One advantage of my methods, however, is that I may have an unlimited number of spells in my library. Whereas you may have noticed that most people with inborn magic have a limited repertoire, mine suffers no such limitations."
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"When you say unlimited....you mean that you can do anything? Isn't there a limited supply of energy, or something?"
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Billy grinned one more time. "Thanks again. I'm sorry to have bothered you---hey, is there anything I should be doing to help you?"
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Most likely he'd failed to explain it clearly. That, for Aibghalien, could not stand.
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He quirked a grin.
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Really. Billy, learning magic? How far he had drifted away from home, he tut-tutted at himself.
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"So...I think I'll head to bed before I cause any more alarm," he said sheepishly, ducking his head.
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