SueSue, the silent watcher, did not really bother taking notes into how to approach Mimic. She had no fighting skills and no strategies to approach the man that copied your powers. She was clueless in determining and fighting for a win, especially from as impossible feat with the multi-powered man.
She wasnât completely despondent and tried to think of how she could avoid being hurt the least for the most about of damage done to him. Maybe she could run circles around him, but he did have wings and telekinesis, a power he liked to use against ranged abilities. She desperately tried to remember what more she learnt from Captain America, but she was not ever going to get close enough to land a pathetic punch.
Several students interrupted her thought, as Sue turned to them, and noticed how nonchalant and fearless they seemed about themselves. Not even a hushed tone; they talked to one another without any barriers of interpersonal relationship, implying theyâve interconnected to a higher degree of closeness she had yet to experience with her current friends. She did give out a few hugs and received some, but she wondered neither if she had given off the right impression nor if they liked her. She wasnât an introvert nor was she critical on herself; but she was in a new environment and not with her friends.
Then it hit her. Of course, she thought about it already, and she could still pull it off; she had her powers! Her powers could deafen a person with even the lowest of volumes Sue hears, and that was just passive. She could distort Mimicâs concentration enough for her to incapacitate him. But she was afraid of how heâd react with his power mimicry. Sheâd have to step it up, and go beyond her zone of fear and show a side of her that no one in this school has seen yet. She looked into her bag, and saw them. She wonât take them out yet, but she was almost excited to see the reactions people would have when she does.
knight125 said
Anthony
Anthony wanders over to Sue and whispers a simple, "Hi."
Again, she was interrupted in her thoughts, and she barely opened her mouth to return a reply whenâŚ
knight125 said
Mimic
Mimic sticks his head in the classroom and points to Sue as he says, "Come on down!"
My goodness the interruptions were too darn high. She was caught off-guard and she panicked all over. She looked to the familiar faces to look for some support, but she knew that support was not going to help her.
So, she took off her earmuffs, and reached down into her bag to reveal to her classmates her headphones.Her headphones were large, and covered a large portion of her head. They were cushioned all over the inside to ease comfort into her head, and were obviously custom-made.
The ear cups were the highlights and were a state of art technology that was handed to Sue by her father on one of her birthdays â her 5th, she believed, when her passion was starting to blossom. There were gridded wheels on each ear cup to control the volume of her music. Each ear cup had a touchscreen digital visualizer that represented the music she was listening to in analog waves or bars (she was free to choose the visualizer herself) and she could control the choice, flow, and quality of music through the screens. It was a bit inconvenient since the screen was to the side, so there were mechanical buttons present as well on each cup in a ring outside of the touchscreen. It emanated a glow of a luminescent yellow and blue, and the casing and strong metal mould that held everything together was a pristine white. It was a tough, incredibly sophisticated and really loved device that Sue loved. It was the envy of many headphone lovers alike, and it was a masterpiece of technology. It had a GPS locater chip that made sure that it wouldnât ever be lost or stolen completely. It was especially designed for its lightness and durability, which meant that Sue could dance with these headphones without worry of damage or added cumbersome weight.
She looked cool in her headphones.She was going to disrupt Mimicâs attention with her music.
Analog waves and digital sound were completely different things. Natural, environmental, bioacoustics, man-made (not artificial) sounds all came in analog waves, which was the natural wavelength which was continuous and flowing.
However, to record, convert and reintroduce that sound into a digital format, it was not as realistic. Digital audio had to consider sampling rates and the audio resolution. The sampling rate meant how many samples were taken per second, meaning how âmuchâ of the sound was captured and replicated. The audio resolution meant how much of said sound was accurate in terms of pitch. Quantization levels were needed to determine the volume of each sample of sound. The more the quantization levels, the more similar it is to the actual tone and decibel of the natural sound.
Though digital sound will never be as
nice as natural sounds, technology made it possible that Sue had nothing to fear over when facing Mimic.
She left the classroom and entered the room where Mimic was; the door seemed to loom over her enormously and the cold doorknob woke up Sueâs attention.
**************************Sue entered the room, her eyes traced the layout of the cameras, the walls, the artificial lights on the ceiling, but she could not avoid the sight of the intimidating Mimic. Sheâd seen what he could do, but he has not yet experienced anything like Sue.
She adjusted the volume down to THREE, but it was similar to the volume of a loud concert right in your face.Solemnly, she thought to herself:
âAnd todayâs song choice isâŚâ Kredo - Singularity (JPhelpz Remix)Suddenly the room was filled with reverberation ripples and sonic waves of loud techno music. The volume, as loud as a jet taking off within earshot, was deafening, but it had no effect on Sue. She could see Mimic covering his ears and struggling to stand up.
So she placed her hands on the ground, and she balanced herself and pivoted in pendulum, swinging herself around. She was breakdancing, and she was twirling her legs in the air all over the room. She flipped forwards and backwards everywhere, moving the source of sound all over the room, in the hopes that Mimic could never get the chance to fully concentrate. The other room must be wincing in pain with the high volumes by now.
Her glowing headphones, her red hair, her orange trousers, the swiftness and agility on how she moved made these colours look like she was emitting light. She was a blur of colours that moved majestically to the loud beats of the music.
The chorus came, and she jumped in front of Mimic, and started to spin on her head and with the weight bearing on her shoulders she spun around with amazing precision and remarkable poise.
Reference â I recommend you watch.Mimic hadnât at all made a move; he was barely moving and she was running laps around her. She was defeating him. The sound never left the room, and so the volumes were consistent. She remembered Iron Fistâs training, and realized one thing was true: her emotions controlled her passive powers, and made them active. She was happy and energetic and she felt her power amplifying her music even louder.
For the final act, she got on her feet, jumped forward towards Mimic, with a twist of the volume wheels on her headphones, turned it up to SIX. A concussive blast that was sure to knock Mimic out. She had no intention to kill him, but it was an exciting act that she could control herself; she was feeling it and there was no stopping her. She hoped her classmates wouldnât hate her for this.
The sonic blast had the force of a bomb explosion, but Mimic had assimilated Sueâs power, and so the sound volume spike was doubled.The impact of two huge sound bombs exploding blew the walls apart. The left, right and the wall behind Mimic blew away outwards. The walls behind Sue, which covered them from her fellow classmates, stayed upright.
There broke holes and several damaged the building. The building they were in now had a three-floor gaping hole in and out of the building.
The building had been evacuated with the loud volumes. Students outside had gathered to see what had caused the damage. Many superheroes were flying and floating around to see the massacre.
All eyes were on her; she nearly destroyed an entire building, the foundations weakening by the second but held. Her classmates were barely alive with the blast of over safe levels of sound. Mimic was on top of her, shielding her from debris that fell on top of her.
As the song ended, her headphones stopped their glow of their bright colours, and Sue pressed the stop button.
She bowed, and left the room by the door, comically still upright with no supporting frame.