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legionworld2017-06-06 06:30 pm
mirror_soldier) wrote in legionworld2017-06-06 06:30 pm
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Who| Inertia & You
What| Getting use to working at something closer to normal speed.
Where| Training Gym
When| Time Ripple event
Despite the fact that he's still probably faster than most, since waking back up (which is what this felt like, there had been no trip back home for him, just waking up and finding out he'd lost several months) he's felt remarkably slow and heavy. And it's a feeling that hasn't been purely restricted to his movements.
Everything around him feels as if it's moving like a recording that's been sped up. Other people had always seemed torpid and sluggish, and while that could be frustrating, and it meant they could occasionally be a chore to pay attention to, it was what he was use to. Having to watch them meander around at a snail's pace, patiently keeping pace with them despite every instinct practically screaming for him to move faster, and piecing together meaning out of drawn out words, had all become second nature. And he would have taken that over this in an instant.
Now they all moved too fast and seemed to speak even faster. A one on one conversation wasn't bad. He could understand them just as easily as listening to another speedster talk at superspeed, but add background noise or other people talking all at once, and the scramble of noise was not only hard to keep up with but borderline overwhelming.
Almost as soon as he'd been able, Thad practically made a beeline for the gym, needing to know just how bad off he really was, and the results were about as bad as he'd feared. Rapid movements took far more effort, and without his normal amount of velocity behind them, his hit's weren't making anywhere near as much of an impact as they once did. His speed hadn't just been halved, he was now more pathetic than Wally West had been at his worst. He knew that much without even properly clocking his foot speed, and he was frankly a bit afraid to even see the solid numbers on that. But what he did need was a solid comparison of his own speed next to someone else's; see if he can at least still keep up with someone in a fight.
Up till now he'd mostly been doing his best to ignore or avoid the few other people occupying the gym. Now the idea of asking anyone for help put a knot in his stomach (not to mention took a pretty hefty swipe at his pride), but having to ask people he knew little or nothing about only made it worse. But necessity overruled both awkwardness and pride and eventually, he manages to push himself into making an effort at engaging.
And it starts off wonderfully with an attempt at a polite tap on the shoulder unintentionally turning into a very impolite sharp jab.
What| Getting use to working at something closer to normal speed.
Where| Training Gym
When| Time Ripple event
Despite the fact that he's still probably faster than most, since waking back up (which is what this felt like, there had been no trip back home for him, just waking up and finding out he'd lost several months) he's felt remarkably slow and heavy. And it's a feeling that hasn't been purely restricted to his movements.
Everything around him feels as if it's moving like a recording that's been sped up. Other people had always seemed torpid and sluggish, and while that could be frustrating, and it meant they could occasionally be a chore to pay attention to, it was what he was use to. Having to watch them meander around at a snail's pace, patiently keeping pace with them despite every instinct practically screaming for him to move faster, and piecing together meaning out of drawn out words, had all become second nature. And he would have taken that over this in an instant.
Now they all moved too fast and seemed to speak even faster. A one on one conversation wasn't bad. He could understand them just as easily as listening to another speedster talk at superspeed, but add background noise or other people talking all at once, and the scramble of noise was not only hard to keep up with but borderline overwhelming.
Almost as soon as he'd been able, Thad practically made a beeline for the gym, needing to know just how bad off he really was, and the results were about as bad as he'd feared. Rapid movements took far more effort, and without his normal amount of velocity behind them, his hit's weren't making anywhere near as much of an impact as they once did. His speed hadn't just been halved, he was now more pathetic than Wally West had been at his worst. He knew that much without even properly clocking his foot speed, and he was frankly a bit afraid to even see the solid numbers on that. But what he did need was a solid comparison of his own speed next to someone else's; see if he can at least still keep up with someone in a fight.
Up till now he'd mostly been doing his best to ignore or avoid the few other people occupying the gym. Now the idea of asking anyone for help put a knot in his stomach (not to mention took a pretty hefty swipe at his pride), but having to ask people he knew little or nothing about only made it worse. But necessity overruled both awkwardness and pride and eventually, he manages to push himself into making an effort at engaging.
And it starts off wonderfully with an attempt at a polite tap on the shoulder unintentionally turning into a very impolite sharp jab.