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I dont think the laws of motion apply to this RP. However much I prefer realism, orthodox science has no place here
Or just knock that shit away
So then, does it apply the same amount of force to everything.
Here, I will explain my question
If it were to retain rather than disperse and add kinetic energy, it would not apply force to objects it collides and bounces off of until it reaches its targets. This would add to the idea that it can only hit the one target. This would be magic in itself.
If it were to disperse kinetic energy, it would apply weight and thus damage, to everything it hits, simply adding the kinetic energy back magically to maintain velocity. This would take away the limiters of only hurting one target. This is also magic in itself
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Here, I will explain my question
If it were to retain rather than disperse and add kinetic energy, it would not apply force to objects it collides and bounces off of until it reaches its targets. This would add to the idea that it can only hit the one target. This would be magic in itself.
If it were to disperse kinetic energy, it would apply weight and thus damage, to everything it hits, simply adding the kinetic energy back magically to maintain velocity. This would take away the limiters of only hurting one target. This is also magic in itself
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So would it retain its kinetic energy on impact or just add more kinetic energy after each impact to maintain the velocity?
Does her semblance have a set velocity that never changes?
For the boomerang, I mean
For the boomerang, I mean
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So can the semblance be used as a lethal weapon or does it just inflict scratches and bruises? Boomerangs aren't really renowned for their killing power
Poog used my acount to post the 420 post
I smoke sparsely around every other week if I'm in the mood, not erryday
I smoke sparsely around every other week if I'm in the mood, not erryday
420 posts bb!Gideon rubbed the back of his neck, a stress filled sigh muffled by the shemagh, "I supposed they expect us to be subdued here. Try not to kill anyone in your sleep, you scared the clientele enough without throttling necks in the middle of the night." He muttered to Atlas, though it seemed by the time he had finished his sentence, his attention was sidetracked by a boomerang that was flung past Gideon and barely missed Atlas's massive form, missing a boy by only a few inches. Gideon almost wanted to congratulate the boy for his dodge but the thought barely crossed his mind before the dog-eared head jerked forward from a dorsal impact.
Looking over the situation, Gideon watched as the interaction between a boy and a girl, turned from two to three, then three to four. The pink-haired girl seemed to be gathering a great deal of attention for her first day, it amused Gideon, though he wasn't sure how to feel about her, trying to decide using a normal though process:
She had kicked him, though he suspected it was an accident, so no harm done
She had apologized profusely, or at least, said something to him, so he should probably make an effort to show that he was fine.
She consistently seemed to be the center of attention, perhaps that was what they call a semblance? Being associated with her might become troublesome.
Eventually Xovos became bored with the logical train of thought, simply deciding she was pretty, nice enough to apologize, but also the center of attention.
She was nervous, Xovos could almost taste it, but likewise, she seemed confident in her abilities.
Interesting enough.
All those thoughts fit in between the time-frame of the boomerang hitting the boy to the point when the assailant completed some sort of locking maneuver on the pink-haired girl. An unorthodox and ineffective tackle, Xovos figured, though he didn't see why the assailant should be permitted to assault multiple other student. Beacon was an exotic school, to say the least, but not in the way that traditions from Gideon's homeland were.
No, the correct adjective to the school landed closer to child-like innocence, the obnoxious behavior of those who have never felt the true consequence of their behavior
Gideon couldn't really differentiate himself from everyone else though, his father always kept Gideon's hands from becoming dirtied with blood, despite the fact that he had such lethal abilities in a line of work that required lethal measures.
Beacon was, in many ways, different from Gideon's home on the arid outskirts of civilization, the air tasted soggy and the mixture of so many people left Gideon's senses hyper stimulated when he was used to the comfort of warm sand and dry, silent wind. The subdued sun chilled Gideon's bones and the people were obnoxious.
Despite his discomfort. Beacon would also be his unorthodox paradise.
The air was alive, brimming with the tastes and smells of living things
The school bustled with activity, making it impossible for Gideon to feel alone
The cooled air gave Gideon's skin a respite from the ever glaring sun
The people were all lively and interesting, providing ample amusement where there had been so little before.
Gideon Xovos did not carry an ounce of regret.
Looking over the situation, Gideon watched as the interaction between a boy and a girl, turned from two to three, then three to four. The pink-haired girl seemed to be gathering a great deal of attention for her first day, it amused Gideon, though he wasn't sure how to feel about her, trying to decide using a normal though process:
She had kicked him, though he suspected it was an accident, so no harm done
She had apologized profusely, or at least, said something to him, so he should probably make an effort to show that he was fine.
She consistently seemed to be the center of attention, perhaps that was what they call a semblance? Being associated with her might become troublesome.
Eventually Xovos became bored with the logical train of thought, simply deciding she was pretty, nice enough to apologize, but also the center of attention.
She was nervous, Xovos could almost taste it, but likewise, she seemed confident in her abilities.
Interesting enough.
All those thoughts fit in between the time-frame of the boomerang hitting the boy to the point when the assailant completed some sort of locking maneuver on the pink-haired girl. An unorthodox and ineffective tackle, Xovos figured, though he didn't see why the assailant should be permitted to assault multiple other student. Beacon was an exotic school, to say the least, but not in the way that traditions from Gideon's homeland were.
No, the correct adjective to the school landed closer to child-like innocence, the obnoxious behavior of those who have never felt the true consequence of their behavior
Gideon couldn't really differentiate himself from everyone else though, his father always kept Gideon's hands from becoming dirtied with blood, despite the fact that he had such lethal abilities in a line of work that required lethal measures.
Beacon was, in many ways, different from Gideon's home on the arid outskirts of civilization, the air tasted soggy and the mixture of so many people left Gideon's senses hyper stimulated when he was used to the comfort of warm sand and dry, silent wind. The subdued sun chilled Gideon's bones and the people were obnoxious.
Despite his discomfort. Beacon would also be his unorthodox paradise.
The air was alive, brimming with the tastes and smells of living things
The school bustled with activity, making it impossible for Gideon to feel alone
The cooled air gave Gideon's skin a respite from the ever glaring sun
The people were all lively and interesting, providing ample amusement where there had been so little before.
Gideon Xovos did not carry an ounce of regret.
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