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towerofanimus2011-10-15 02:49 am
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Paid for with pride and fate
Characters: Aradia, open
Setting: Floors three and seven.
Format: Starting off in brackets, but I can adjust.
Summary: The Maid of Time always seems to have too much time on her hands.
Warnings: Language depending on who tags in, maybe?
Floor Three
[Information had always been Aradia's forte.
Granted, when the information was usually fed to you by the spirits of the dead or your own knowledge of the future, it tended to make life a lot easier. At the moment, Aradia was too wary of the tower to try heading into the future to see what was in store- and until she was sure something wouldn't happen that would get her killed (or at least, was a little more confident in the fact), she wasn't going to chance it. That meant that information had to be found some other way- and the first way that came to mind was the library. So she sat at one of the tables, looking as if she was barely moving, stacks of books growing taller and taller around her seemingly without cause.
The truth of the matter was, Aradia was moving- but the time around her wasn't. She'd taken to settling in with a book, pausing time around her, and reading her way through them as quickly as she could before letting time resume so that she could grab another book. It was exhausting, and it was probably dangerous, but it was the least she could do for the moment.]
Floor Seven
[She really should have asked one of the Feferis about this. Or maybe that Link person that had been teaching Sollux. Instead, Aradia was settled at the edge of the pool, legs dangling, while she toyed idly with one or the other of the pigtails she'd tied her hair into, staring down the water as if she'd learn to swim by that alone. Every now and then she'd move as if to slip into the shallow end and start trying, but then she'd hesitate and stop before resuming her peering down into the water.
Eventually however, she screwed her face up stubbornly and stood, turning and stepping away from the water with casual, even steps. She turned back around once she thought she was far enough away, hands on her hips for a moment-
-and then took a running start and cannon-balled into the water with a cross between a laugh and a battle-cry.
She came up a moment later, pushing her hair out of her eyes while she held herself aloft with her powers until she found a point in the pool where she could reach the bottom and keep her head out of the water at the same time.
Right. Time to actually work on this swimming thing then! ]
Setting: Floors three and seven.
Format: Starting off in brackets, but I can adjust.
Summary: The Maid of Time always seems to have too much time on her hands.
Warnings: Language depending on who tags in, maybe?
Floor Three
[Information had always been Aradia's forte.
Granted, when the information was usually fed to you by the spirits of the dead or your own knowledge of the future, it tended to make life a lot easier. At the moment, Aradia was too wary of the tower to try heading into the future to see what was in store- and until she was sure something wouldn't happen that would get her killed (or at least, was a little more confident in the fact), she wasn't going to chance it. That meant that information had to be found some other way- and the first way that came to mind was the library. So she sat at one of the tables, looking as if she was barely moving, stacks of books growing taller and taller around her seemingly without cause.
The truth of the matter was, Aradia was moving- but the time around her wasn't. She'd taken to settling in with a book, pausing time around her, and reading her way through them as quickly as she could before letting time resume so that she could grab another book. It was exhausting, and it was probably dangerous, but it was the least she could do for the moment.]
Floor Seven
[She really should have asked one of the Feferis about this. Or maybe that Link person that had been teaching Sollux. Instead, Aradia was settled at the edge of the pool, legs dangling, while she toyed idly with one or the other of the pigtails she'd tied her hair into, staring down the water as if she'd learn to swim by that alone. Every now and then she'd move as if to slip into the shallow end and start trying, but then she'd hesitate and stop before resuming her peering down into the water.
Eventually however, she screwed her face up stubbornly and stood, turning and stepping away from the water with casual, even steps. She turned back around once she thought she was far enough away, hands on her hips for a moment-
-and then took a running start and cannon-balled into the water with a cross between a laugh and a battle-cry.
She came up a moment later, pushing her hair out of her eyes while she held herself aloft with her powers until she found a point in the pool where she could reach the bottom and keep her head out of the water at the same time.
Right. Time to actually work on this swimming thing then! ]
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She reaches out, carefully, and ruffles the very front of his hair playfully. His question stops her, and she considers for a moment before answering him- she knows it will only bring more questions, but she feels as if he should know, especially since if they're all going to be working together he should know what she can do.
"I can control time- I've been manipulating it to get more reading done with less time passing around me."
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Not only would she be going through a lot more relative time than the rest of them, but surely there was an energy cost to using powers that strong, especially over and over again.
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But they weren't God Tier, before- and she'd seen the extent of Vriska's powers augmented by God Tier, but not her own. Not yet. Still, she knows it's a bit of a stretch, and she won't elaborate too much unless he asks- so she tries to put it as simply as she can without delving into SGRUB mechanics or the like.
"It's a little complicated- but the short version, I guess, is that I can control my time too, to a degree. It doesn't really matter how much time passes for me anymore though- time won't kill me, except under certain circumstances."
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"Well, don't push yourself too hard," he said, concerned but trusting her to know her own limits. "There are thome of us who'd miss you if you got stuck in time or something."
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"I'll do my best- I don't want to disappoint anyone who's counting on me anyway," she replied, and brought her knees up, heels resting on the seat of her chair and toes tapping a beat against the air. "Especially since I'm pretty sure we'll need as many able bodies as we can whenever we go after whoever's behind all of this."