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Posted by shadow on Oct 1, 2007 8:38:45 GMT -6
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((OOC: I kinda got alittle lazy on my writing for developing Tris’s powers……thought I had bundles of time before my threads and before the next plot……but they snuck up on me…..so in conclusion, if nobody objects I’m gonna do some power stuff before the next plot, gotta do it now. Lol…..now, what was I gonna write….oh yes….
* So this is taking place in the span of time before Tandem training and after Shogun and Hunters big fight, explaining where Tris’s powers are at and stuff))
Tris getting slightly lost…… hadn’t exactly been in time to sneak in and sit to watch Hunter and Shogun’s big fight…..so she’d conned some security types into letting her watch the fight on a bank of the security screens in one of the monitoring rooms. They sure made it fun as the guards were watching too, making bets and doing some witty, and not so witty commentaries for the players……Tris joined the laughter in the room readily, but she still appreciated the fight and players for their talented art.
…..Even though she was watching through a screen and those around her weren’t exactly in the mood for taking it seriously, she watched in awe at the deadly seeming, spinning dance that was the boss man and the samurai’s sparring match.
……And when it was over she herself felt inspired- the inner voice saying; get off your arse and lets do this, and even more motivated to try what she’d been wanting to try ever since she’d found herself alive and pleasantly still in tact after her little…..scuffle with Zephyr.
The silver lining of the cloud of an air elemental almost killing her with a violent indoor maelstrom was the seriously huge power boost the whole survival instinct had unlocked in her with the whole freezing thing- taking an air elemental out of his element…….score one for her unconscious mind…..and a whole hell of a lot of luck. While after her little stunt, Tris, it was true had been rendered slightly unconscious……and even when she awoke, felt like she’d been hit by a truck……
….but apart from the whole feeling like her whole body had been weighted down with a ton of lead and another such pleasant things from the fight- bruises, broken ribs, headaches and deep gashes all stitched up for example ….the whole experience seemed to leave her alittle more intouch with her subconscious side……for instance, while before, even with Hunter’s help, she really needed to concentrate to do the freezing thing, it was a largely hit and miss, unreliable power- only really working in when life or death kinda danger was involved……but somehow, her most recent experiences seemed to have given this power a big jolt……moving it quite abit closer to the conscious control potion of the brain- which was really handy, considering how incredibly useful this power could be if she could only get similar control to what she had over the exploding thing.
….Tris knew she was by no means in complete control yet……It defiantly wasn’t like her exploding power, which, linked to her temper as it was, she had long ago likened to an eternal smouldering fire she could draw on, a never ending reservoir of ill tempered motivation to make things go bang in a hurry, a fact of her timeline and a part of her for as long as she could remember- perpetual power she had lying within her and always comfortingly within reach……With the freezing thing however- there were still some kinks to work on yet- she still had to concentrate real hard, usually a scary memory helped…..but she felt it come out easier, actually come when called by her will…. on most occasions anyway …..Sure there was still the feeling drained, and the headaches, but atleast she could feel that part of her power now in the back of her mind……like water…..able to be coaxed out to do her bidding, but slipping through her minds grasp if she tried to hold it too long……..a strange feeling indeed- but still a major improvement of not being able to access it at all.
After she fight in the warehouse she’d been in the infirmary for an age…….and despite the confinement, found herself being to do little things- a frozen lab tech here, a pot of coffee mid pour there….but still no real practice to test her limits.
After that, there was Japan with Kit……and Tris had to admit, when she actually froze Shogun’s sword mid strike……that was pretty damn cool, even if a headachy and a more ill tempered girl emerged because of it.
…But now there was no more excuses, and she was ready to return to intensive training again…..and with this whole mutant registration thing going on- it only added an edge to the motivation to get her powers up to par.
With the help of a guard- damn she really had to get a map of this place…..not that it would help, she eventually found her way to a spare practice room, and using the control panel like Hunter had taught her, she brought up a series of simple yet effective tasks for her to complete.
First- to get the party started, she programmed some clay discus shaped targets to start firing from random points around the room while she stood in the centre, in direct line of their aim……. It started, the first clay target flew towards her so swiftly she barely had time to register the masse rushing towards her before she brought up her hands defensively and ‘threw’ her power at it, willing it to not be there anymore……..and the clay target obeyed- exploding into a dusty expanding cloud of microscopic fragments and drifted slowly to the ground. A big grin overlayed Tris’s face as she observed her handiwork- she hadn’t truly used her explode thing in weeks….she forgotten how much fun it could be…….It was sweet, not exactly what she had in mind, but not bad at all……..and then there was a sound and a rush of wind and the next target fired at her, and the next, and there was no more time to think as she twirled and ducked and dodged flying projectiles, flinging her hands up, her powers destabilising the objects moleculare structures and sending the pieces into dusty oblivion, laughing and smiling all the while, adrenaline sending her on a power high……until eventually the targets had ran out and she was left standing alone in gently drifting, swirling cloud of dust that slowly settled to the floor.
Tris had grown so much more confident of her moleculare combustion ability while under Hunter’s care. The recourses here allowed her the freedom to practice and test herself without the danger of anyone else getting seriously hurt it she didn’t want them too, unlike before when she’d always, always had to be wary, of others, and of herself- not a fun way to live. By coming to the Kabal, Tris had gained in confidence in herself and her abilities, meaning she had improved her control of them……and that’s why she loved it here, it felt freeing.
…..~DAMN, that was fun~ Tris thought gleefully…….but, she grimaced, not her actually objective- but no rule she couldn’t have a good time doing this as well …..Tris sighed and walked towards the control panel again, reloading the clay targets. This time she would concentrate on activating her freezing power- since that was the reason she was here and all…..but still, it was good to blow off steam every once in awhile.
Tris walked towards the centre of the room again, thinking of a creepy memory to help the immobilisation side of her power come to the surface ……hmmmm, cousin Bobby chasing her round with his pet snake when she was 9 oughta do it. The memory and emotions of freaking out fear, and wanting something to be very far away firmly locked in her minds eye, she let the clay target sequence start again…….the first target came at her as before, by now when flung her hands up and she concentrated and wanting to stop the projectile….. it did stop…..hanging mid air, a tiny flying saucer seemingly taken on of time and motion……
Tris paused the clay target program for afew minutes- fascinated by the display. She walked towards it, and all the way around, inspecting it from every angle. She didn’t know exactly what she’d done- pausing the molecules of the object to stop its forward momentum…..or maybe immobilising the air molecules around the disc……she’d have to ask Hunter or Dr Ingman about that later…..but for right now she didn’t really care for the whys and wherefores of the subject, she just focused on the fact she’d stopped its path, which was good cause that was what she was learning to do.
…….and suddenly the disc unfroze, its forward momentum no longer held up, it continued rapidly on its path- crashing into chucks of pottery with a loud sound against the opposite wall. This brought Tris out of her thoughts and reminded her she still had work to do. …She took a deep breath and again called forth her memory and un-paused the program, and the clay targets again came on with a rush. Except this time as she twirled and ducked and dodged, she had to freeze the damn clay discs……and it was alittle harder than before.
By the time the machine had again completed its run, Tris was standing in a room, panting for breath and dripping with sweat while stuck with the incredible growing headache…..this time she wasn’t surrounded by floating clay dust, but by several floating oval shapes, all immobilisation in their own space for a time- till the effect wore off….. Though chunks of clay lay around the place as well for she hadn’t caught them all.
Tris slowly walked over to the control panel and shut off the programme, leaning against the wall with a heavy scowl for the floating ovals. It wasn’t like it had been with her exploding power- with that she’d felt energised…..with this she felt little exhausted, slightly dizzy and headachy……but still, it had worked…..she was getting better…….the main thing she had to do now was to get her stamina up so she could freeze more than half a dozen things at a time without feeling alittle wiped out. Feeling alittle better from these thought, Tris decided to call it a day for this training session and maybe go to her room and try some mediation and focusing exercises Hunter had taught her instead.
Contentedly, Tris crossed to the door to go on to her room……though she paused and turned just before leaving the practice area, looking at the floating clay targets thoughtfully- the freezing effect would soon wear off and they would come crashing down with the rest of the debris……but, Tris could do it sooner- and she had a killer headache, but still…..it was rude to not clean up after herself. She waved one of her hands languidly at the serval floating targets of clay, concentrating……and left the room with a satisfied smile as dust that used to be clay target fragments wafted gently to the floor.
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