If she absolutely phases out of our dimension, then the absence of matter would have to be filled in quite abruptly. She'd leave a vaccuum. And if she can phase out in the blink of an eye, there'd probably a minor crack like a whip. And there's the matter of appearing back where solid matter is. Fluid matter, such as gas and liquids, that would probably be okay. Phasing back in when solid matter is in the way would probably result in that structure plus your body being simultaneously destroyed. You can bullshit that there'd be a localized explosion, which would be an interesting last resort move. To go out with a bang
That isn't necessarily a weakness, just some details to the power that might be interesting.
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To build off that, I want to mention this isn't the first time it has happened.
The random obtaining of information without reasonable in-character cause is meta-gaming, and sometimes it is unintentional. But I've noticed, at the very least, four instances where you had a run-in with it. Just make sure to be very careful about it and think about what you know as the writer, and what the character knows as a character. Separate your knowledge. Think about where your character is, what they see, what they are capable of discerning, the situation they are in, and I promise it'll happen less often and it will make the overall story more interesting.
The random obtaining of information without reasonable in-character cause is meta-gaming, and sometimes it is unintentional. But I've noticed, at the very least, four instances where you had a run-in with it. Just make sure to be very careful about it and think about what you know as the writer, and what the character knows as a character. Separate your knowledge. Think about where your character is, what they see, what they are capable of discerning, the situation they are in, and I promise it'll happen less often and it will make the overall story more interesting.
Because of magic.
Quinn can absorb kinetic energy and store it in her body as potential energy, before expending it somewhere else. But the sand is in her suit and there is a suit between her hand and the sand. It can be passed off if she converts that energy towards her suit and directs it to the sand in her suit, but I don't think that's ever been established as within her capabilities. It's already been settled, I believe, as a "herself and her target" relationship with no dative subjects.
Quinn can absorb kinetic energy and store it in her body as potential energy, before expending it somewhere else. But the sand is in her suit and there is a suit between her hand and the sand. It can be passed off if she converts that energy towards her suit and directs it to the sand in her suit, but I don't think that's ever been established as within her capabilities. It's already been settled, I believe, as a "herself and her target" relationship with no dative subjects.
QuietThinker said
That turned into a much funner post than it was originally. Thanks Leo :DAnd if you call bull on him being able to see electricity move... Here's a lightning bolt at around 1/180 speed. And Mark can see things much slower than that..
That was actually an interesting video to watch. Nice find.
Ah alright. I wasn't quite sure.
And it was electricity being conducted throughout the arena, so no thunderclap. But he might notice a brief glow around one of the corners.
And it was electricity being conducted throughout the arena, so no thunderclap. But he might notice a brief glow around one of the corners.
Ciphra and QuietThinker: I would like to add that both of you might want to read my post, considering how it concerns just about everybody. Nikki's hundreds of insects are falling dead from the ceiling and walls.
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Peter wasn't given more than a moment or two to revel in the glory that was his electrical arm. Shortly after the lights went out, he heard a fair amount of background noise that he didn't necessarily pay much heed to. It was the voice of the girl from earlier (Gabriela Valos, was it?) who spat at an impatient comment of criticism. Oh, of course. He did this for an arm, naturally. He already decided to not leave them to the wolves. He glanced at his hand for a brief pause and recomposed himself as he walked a corner and went up another flight of stairs. He saw all around the corners, as long as he discharged a little bit of electricity with each step. At the top of the stairs was another short hallway, and a four way crossing. At the end, straight ahead, was a doorless doorway out onto a balcony. It was perfect. Peter poised himself, one arm crossing his chest and one arm back, he charged forward and ran through the hall - each step banging against the ground of the second floor in the Team 1 bunker. As he entered the balcony (which would be more aptly described as a watch post), he leaped up and over the rails and flew past the walls that acted as its perimeter. Aside from himself and the air around him, he was blinded.
With his metal left arm, he pointed it below him as electricity arced from one should to the other and crawled down his metal arm. From there, the web of static arced from his hand towards the ground where it then allow him sight of where he would be landing. Peter clenched his left fist; and his initial trajectory was abruptly interrupted as the electromagnetic field between himself and the ground was amplified, and a forced tugged him straight down. Like the heavy hand of God, his body crashed down, making thunderous impact as his foot and knee struck the ground, which Peter had met in a kneel. His electric arm was infused with the metal ground of the arena seemingly elbow deep as though he had punched a hole in it (although that was not the case). In that instant, the arena lit up for a brief moment: an electric blue web crawled and jumped along the metal walls and ceiling and ground - a brief and sudden flash of glowing light and the sound of thousands of cracking and popping kernals - before gently dying down back to the pitch blackness that it was once before. Most suits were made with the proper material to provide resistance, but with such a powerful discharge, electricity would still crawl over the skin and hair would stand on end. Those more exposed would feel a minor shock, as though they had removed a power plug incorrectly... over the span of their whole bodies. It was nothing fatal.
Not to them. Not to people.
As Peter eased himself back to his feet and upright posture, the sound akin to that of rattling leaves could be heard from up above. In a few brief moments, however, it would rain. Something solid. Surely not leaves - they were paper thin. Nuts and seeds too solid - and they were not here, but out in nature. The swarms of bugs that Peter had sensed earlier, the hundreds upon hundreds of insects, they all came falling down as lifeless husks. Peter did not think his team was aware of their presence above or along the walls - and he did not warn them. Perhaps a few would be frightened by it. Those on this team who knew the friend to insects on the other team might know what to expect. Still. He imagined that the opposing team would be expecting this even less. Their eyes or their auxiliary support, whatever their intended purpose was, would rain down over the entire battlefield. That was one chunk of their plan removed. The darkness was just another thing they didn't expect. Now it was time for the pincer maneuver. Peter glanced at his electric arm. It was half as bright and consistent as it was before - he had about four or five minutes left on it. He would keep on the defensive near Valjean and his desert. He didn't want to scare people away by being next to Alex and Gabe. Those were the people to keep them distracted, not to be avoided. So he would hang back.
"Okay." Peter confirmed, after the huge display was finished. "Perform the pincer maneuver. Gabriela Valos and Alex... straight down the center. The rest who are not defending, split into two groups off to the side. When a group of the enemy charge forward to meet them, you clamp down on them... and ii-ie-gnore... the bugs."
They already had their flag scout. He saw two people moving fast and running off in that brief second of clarity when the whole room lit up. A hostile seemed near them. Hopefully these new developments would distract them. Perhaps they would think that scout was a distraction while the two real distractions charged forward.
With his metal left arm, he pointed it below him as electricity arced from one should to the other and crawled down his metal arm. From there, the web of static arced from his hand towards the ground where it then allow him sight of where he would be landing. Peter clenched his left fist; and his initial trajectory was abruptly interrupted as the electromagnetic field between himself and the ground was amplified, and a forced tugged him straight down. Like the heavy hand of God, his body crashed down, making thunderous impact as his foot and knee struck the ground, which Peter had met in a kneel. His electric arm was infused with the metal ground of the arena seemingly elbow deep as though he had punched a hole in it (although that was not the case). In that instant, the arena lit up for a brief moment: an electric blue web crawled and jumped along the metal walls and ceiling and ground - a brief and sudden flash of glowing light and the sound of thousands of cracking and popping kernals - before gently dying down back to the pitch blackness that it was once before. Most suits were made with the proper material to provide resistance, but with such a powerful discharge, electricity would still crawl over the skin and hair would stand on end. Those more exposed would feel a minor shock, as though they had removed a power plug incorrectly... over the span of their whole bodies. It was nothing fatal.
Not to them. Not to people.
As Peter eased himself back to his feet and upright posture, the sound akin to that of rattling leaves could be heard from up above. In a few brief moments, however, it would rain. Something solid. Surely not leaves - they were paper thin. Nuts and seeds too solid - and they were not here, but out in nature. The swarms of bugs that Peter had sensed earlier, the hundreds upon hundreds of insects, they all came falling down as lifeless husks. Peter did not think his team was aware of their presence above or along the walls - and he did not warn them. Perhaps a few would be frightened by it. Those on this team who knew the friend to insects on the other team might know what to expect. Still. He imagined that the opposing team would be expecting this even less. Their eyes or their auxiliary support, whatever their intended purpose was, would rain down over the entire battlefield. That was one chunk of their plan removed. The darkness was just another thing they didn't expect. Now it was time for the pincer maneuver. Peter glanced at his electric arm. It was half as bright and consistent as it was before - he had about four or five minutes left on it. He would keep on the defensive near Valjean and his desert. He didn't want to scare people away by being next to Alex and Gabe. Those were the people to keep them distracted, not to be avoided. So he would hang back.
"Okay." Peter confirmed, after the huge display was finished. "Perform the pincer maneuver. Gabriela Valos and Alex... straight down the center. The rest who are not defending, split into two groups off to the side. When a group of the enemy charge forward to meet them, you clamp down on them... and ii-ie-gnore... the bugs."
They already had their flag scout. He saw two people moving fast and running off in that brief second of clarity when the whole room lit up. A hostile seemed near them. Hopefully these new developments would distract them. Perhaps they would think that scout was a distraction while the two real distractions charged forward.
Bruh, where do you people even live? Do you even bother to look down?
QuietThinker said
You know, 6ft on it's own isn't incredibly tall.. I'm about 5ft 9 and I am shorter than most people I know.
I am 5'9". I smell either BS or you live in a city concentrated with tall people. I am the average height. I am taller than some people I meet, some people are taller. Most of the characters are at least the average height.
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