GentleBeast

Second Academy for Public Dangers - OOC

Entering the elevator, Shane obeyed the screens and chose a seat near the middle of the room, off to the side. He had worked on a few drawings during the ride over, but sometimes it was a frustrating process. Hue was a diligent worker, and was pretty much infallible, but it wasn’t very intelligent. Communicating without a clear directive, like draw this picture in your mind's eye, rather than, say, make this color in this shape, move this line until it looks like this, was like picking up tightly packed wooden slats through gloves, and Hue’s mind slid off it.

Every command had to be clear. Response time was around a second. The actual implementation time varied, depending on how familiar Hue was with the command.

And it hadn’t always been this easy. This point was the result of months of education and investigation. When his power manifested, Hue was a blank slate. One of the most frustrating points was when he was investigating Hue’s problem solving skills through the immortal problem of maze running. His first mistake was trying to get it to run a maze that was drawn on paper. Instead of following his instructions, it just took command of the entire maze and thought that it had finished. In an attempt to circumvent this he physically cut out mazes from paper.

It didn’t work, but through escalation, he discovered that Hue was able to sense the surface of things he was connected to, with a range of about a foot and a half. It turned out that Hue wasn’t very intelligent, and over the next couple of weeks, Shane began the laborious process of teaching Hue.

Shane decided to paint one of the more eccerntrically dressed people in the room. Chatter flowed through the room, slowly concentrating into groups as people made nice together. He guiltily ignored it, and promised himself that he would try to make friends with whoever his roomate would be.

So wrapped up in drawing his chosen subject, mixing paint to get the right shade of gray for the floor, he didn't notice the entrance of the gaurds. The sudden drop off in noise, however, he did notice. Shane froze, all his thoughts grinding to a halt. The entrance of the woman almost started him out of his daze, but her introduction brought that to a halt.

"Students of Second Academy," she began, prompting a few individuals to jump in surprise, "I do not regret to inform you that this is not the educational facility you were expecting. No more than I fail to regret putting a gun into a locked safe when I go to sleep at night. When I enjoy the comfort of being at home when I do it, and that my son is safe from its dangers." She paused for a few seconds.

Shane's mind disorganizedly ran through what he knew, jumping through conclusions like a skier on a salom course.

"I'll admit it. You're a bit different than a gun. You're autonomous, which makes you even more dangerous. By whatever freaky means, you've procured yourself a rather strange gun and embedded it within yourselves that no one has been able to remove successful... yet. After all, the supernatural is simply what science has yet to understand."

He came to some very ugly conclusions.

As the rest of her talk wound on, his thoughts ran through an obstacle course of conclusions, running up and down in response to how she presented her- their status. Halfway through her presentation, he decided to draw the lenses of one of the soldiers- the closest one, incedentally. He decided to draw it backwards, using the color of the floor for highlights before drawing the rest of the lense. He also put down a flesh coloured blob, vaguely directed at his general position. He lost concentration on his task however, as the woman cold-bloddedly referenced the death of students, and his sketchbook slid off of his legs- paint side down. Jumping at the disruption, he looked around in embarrasment, his eyes lingering on the speaker for a moment too long. Picking up hsi sketchbook, tere was surprisingly no paint marks on the floor, though some of the paint was smeared across the page. As he closed the book, he hoped that no one had noticed the two dots of floor colored paint hurry towards the gaurd he had singled out. He hoped that the paint hadn't occluded any of the cameras that were probably littered around the room. He hoped his guilt wasn't written across his face. He hoped that the fork of Hue's was fast enough to reach the gaurd. He hoped... he hoped he hoped he hoped he hoped.

As the woman finished her welcoming speech and the soldiers filed out, he picked up his sketchbook and opened up to a page with what looked like a compass in a full protractor. It span around for a moment before quivering in the general direction of where the people had left. Soon, however it, faded, and he shut his book to look around.

His buzzing mind took in the scene before him, and modified his assumtptions to fit the scene. The adjustments were fortunately securely on the positive side, and he allowed himself a small grin. Some thoughts, however, pushed themselves to the surface, and in full survival mode he abandoned his earlier plans in favor of three general rules:

Be polite and dumb- the second meaning moreso than the first.

Question everything- supports the dumb above externally, and negates it internally.

Get to safe spaces- socially, mentally, and physically. Aim towards regrouping in his room, coast until then.

One of the nearby groups caught his attention. It seemed to be one of the larger ones, and he moved towards it. He awkwardly hovered on the edge waiting on an opening, then introduced himself.

"Hi. I'm Shane."

Second Academy for Public Dangers - OOC

I'm working on my post right now so it should probably go up later tonight, but until then, what's everyone planning?

Second Academy for Public Dangers - OOC

Shane heaved his suitcase into it's compartment on the shuttle. Sitting quietly amidst the clamour, he chose a seat next to the window. He had flown often, but he had never flown out of the safety of earths gravity well. His favorite part of the flight was always the liftoff and landing, and he had no plans to miss his first time leaving earth.
Taking out a camera and his colored pencils, he waited at the window for liftoff. Attendants walked up and down the aisles, helping students with their luggage, asking if they were comfortable, and singing the stations praise. However, their connection of it's remoteness with peace and solace irritated him. Nevermind that space was almost literally imcomprehendingly vast, and that ships thousands of miles away (at spaces' busiest) wouldn't be able to bother them through the vacuum of space. That they were ignoring the in-station ammenities that would actually provide that stuff, such as open space, pshychologists, or heck, a nice air recycling system, bothered him.
The shuttle began lifting off. He began clicking his camera at second intervals as the ground lifted away. The subtle differences that changed moment to moment to moment took his breath away. Parking lots filled with low cars turned into perfect rectangles filled with colorfull boxes. Details flattened away and took clutter with them. The layout of roads became clear, the flowers of highway interpasses blooming as shiny boxes glided along the track. This he had all seen. But as time wore on, and as the ground grew further away, a feeling in his chest bubbled up and took his breath away. He grinned out of sheer disbelief as the shuttle jsut kept it's arrow staright path to the heavens. Countryside gave way to clouds gave way to states gave way to countries gave way to The Earth. It was that last one that actually made him laugh out loud a little.
He looked at the slowly shrinking marble of earth for a long time, just letting the fact that he was in space sink in.
Eventually, he took out his laptop and uploaded the pictures. Not all of them were star quality, but most of them were still spectacular. He let his pencil rest on his sketchpad in front of it's screen for a while as he let ideas roll around his head, and then he began to draw.

Second Academy for Public Dangers - OOC

Cryptiic said
+1 XDThe picture is quite awesome as well :D

Thanks! I have so much trouble finding cs pictures so it's nice hearing that!

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"oh hey that kid brough paintballs to a -- F&@K HOW IS IT IN MY EYES"
"OK now it's clear. Acid. Of course."
"Let's see him get through this biohazard suit now. Of course... he could just use powdered glass as an abrasive and chew through the viewing window."

The trick is abstraction. He doesn't have the ability to bring pictures to life, instead, he has the power to connect thin films to a powerful analog computer and telekinetic mobility system. Though he's only thought of the paintball one at the moment, being wrapped up in other things.

Second Academy for Public Dangers - OOC

Character: Shane Casoni

Name: Shane Casoni
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality:
Reserved
Intelligent
Creative
Easygoing
Head in the clouds
Lazy
Abrasive
Power:
Living Art:
Shane's power is the ability to make pictures that come to life. They are like computers, in that they are stupid, but reliable and quick learners. He's able to directly control them with his mind, if they are in front of him, and they are able to (to his knowledge) work at an arbitrary distance from himself. So far, the maximum detail he has been able to produce is what he can put down onto paper, though the fact that he can directly control the pigments, like a mind-linked photoshop, means that he can produce pictures far above his skill level. Unfortunately, so far he can only get 2d geometric figures to move in a way that makes sense. If he were to make something like the Mona Lisa, the best he would be able to get it to do would be to move the different layers around, not realistic human movements, and definitely not 3d rendering of, say, the back of her head as she turned around, unless he specifically spent the time to animate that one movement.
His paintings have very limited interaction with the real world. They cannot to his knowledge exert any kind of real world force, and even though to his knowledge they are very capable of observing the world, for example auditory, visual, tactile, acceleration, and anything else that's not based on chemical signals (smell and taste, for example), actually interacting with that data is, so far, beyond him. Because they're so stupid, whenever they find something interesting, they don't know it. His attempts at extracting visual data have either been garbled or miserable failures.
The pictures are able to move along surfaces that he has not directly interacted with personally. Three variable that affect their speed is interaction with him, whether they've been there, presence of media, and the texture of the surface. They suffer no penalty when he has interacted with the surface. They slow down moving across places they haven't been before, and when a surface is very rough, they slow down even more. Unless they are facing a shortage of ink, and don't have enough of a single color to spread over the entire picture, they can usually change color with no penalty. Most of the time, crossing a gap is nigh impossible for them to accomplish, unless they have enough mass to physically cross the space.
His inseparable companion is a thick 8 by 5 inch 500 page spiral sketchbook, that contains his library and workstation for new pictures. Folded up into pockets are various sizes of poster, for the times when he needs extra space.

Two Roleplay Idea's; Camp & Academy!

How many more people would you need for it to get launched?

Two Roleplay Idea's; Camp & Academy!

I might be interested in the first one. What would we be studying? Have you paid any attention to the absolute minimum legal requirements of high schools (ie standardized testing, busing, etc.)? Will there be the offspring of just famous things, or other things? How many other high schools of this kind are there? What is the size of this high school? So what magics do humans have access to, if any?