Therapeutic violence [Action, WTR classrooms]

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[A grinning Snow is casually pummeling a training dummy in the classrooms. Whatever oddity of time compression has stripped off his brand and replaced it with some other power, he doesn't know, but after some of the earlier adventures he's endured through its questionable charity, he intends to just ride this out.]

[So now he's playing with this new power: density control. And frankly doing quite well at it. The punch he hurls at the dummy starts off light and fast, barely dense enough to engender any resistance even from the air; then, a moment before it lands, his body coalesces into a far more dense form. The punch hits with alarming force, sending the dummy flying.]

Huh.

I think I might've overdone it.

Comments

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

I doubt it. If for no other reason than we're not that lucky, just getting rid of a brand like that.

Did I ever tell you I ended up going back to Cocoon, once, when I was here?

[bahamutgal.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Lady Luck sure ain't on our side.



...Really? What the hell for?

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Time Compression wasn't taking no for an answer. Serah and I ended up in a couple different places with some other people here. All from our past, I guess. I was back in Hanging Edge, before I was even branded.

[bahamutgal.livejournal.com]

Huh. Really.



Here's hopin' nothing like that happens again, I suppose.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

It hasn't all been bad. Not long after I got here, my hoverbike showed up. It's still here, too. Working condition and everything.