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Cassandra "Sandy" Marko ([personal profile] justoutrunyou) wrote in [community profile] ya_assemble2015-03-13 06:46 pm

Level grinding.

 
There was still danger, even in this world.

As much as Sandy hated to admit it, she'd gotten swept up in the magic and wonder of Santa's workshop. Even if she was still having nightmares and found herself uncomfortable in large crowds things were so much better here that she'd gotten soft. And it had almost gotten them in trouble. 

It's not as though it was a disaster, but it could have been and that was enough for Sandy to jump back into her habit of daily work outs and training. She had to be ready for the inevitable. Someday soon the Fearlings would attack and she didn't want to die again if she could help it.

She didn't even know if she could die now, the rules were still a little hazy to her.

For now she would make due with what she had. Some training dummies were set up in one of the rooms off the main workshop and she was working with a training dagger moving as quickly as she could between them jabbing at the vital points of each mark before moving to the next.

One, two, three, four, five. A circuit of enemies that she was trying to dart between. She expected to feel weaker like she always did after dying in the arena but she didn't. She felt powerful, fast. Like a bullet.

But would it be enough? It had never been enough before. With a look of grim determination she resumed her practice, maybe she'd have to start pressing the others to learn some of their techniques like she had been doing back in Panem.

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[personal profile] googledox 2015-03-22 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
The reasons he liked Lyle were infinitely complex and rooted in years of history together but the way he pursed his lips slightly and directed his eyes skyward made it clear that, yes, his intelligence was a huge determining factor in his affections for him.

"It's hardly a lab. Twenty-first century technology is far inferior to what I'm used to working with but I've worked minor miracles with commodore amigas and beeper parts before. I can do it again. And it's far easier to work openly in a lab than it is cobbling together tech in my pockets without looking."

He added, "That was how I got away with most of my engineering while in Panem. I would slip the components and my jury-rigged tools in a hoodie pocket with sleight of hand. Then I took a walk around the city with my hands in my pocket, building it without looking."

Which...made it clear that he'd dumbed down his intelligence a bit too, on top of the villain act. He'd pretended he was intelligent but the whole time he'd feigned that it was similar to high human intelligence.

But most humans couldn't build complex technology out of spare parts without even looking.
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[personal profile] googledox 2015-03-22 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"According to the scale my world uses to measure intelligence, I am a twelfth-level intellect. For comparison, the average Coluan is an eighth-level intellect, and Earth in the 21st century - the entirety of Earth, every human, every computer, every possible processor of information - is a level six."

He was, quite literally, smarter than a planet.

"I'm able to process information with over twelve simultaneous thought tracks."
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[personal profile] googledox 2015-04-02 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"The Capitol's surveillance was what I found most limiting. Had I been free to pursue whatever leads I had in freeing us, I might have made more of an impact."

Nothing more could be done now and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. On the one hand, he wanted to still help the friends they'd left behind. On the other, it was relief that it was no longer his problem, and with this world facing such a dire threat, he had no reason to feel guilty for trying to help the people here instead.

Terribly convenient. Yet still a cause for internal conflict.

"It is what it is. I can only hope that the good Lyle and I did might help the others in the long run."
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[personal profile] googledox 2015-04-10 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
"The universe has other plans for us, I suppose," he said. By all accounts, it mattered, what they were doing here. "At least we'll still be protecting them here, if it's true that Kuk is attempting to destroy all of existence."

If Kuk was planning on ending every world...

"We need to ensure that Panem's world isn't destroyed and that all of their worlds are still there for them to go home to."

He looked over at her.

"By 'we' I mean the adults here," he said pointedly. "There's nothing to bar you from fighting against Kuk's forces if you choose to - it's not as if anyone here is your parent and it would be ludicrous to treat you as if you're incapable of handling conflict after your experiences in Panem. But I hope you understand that you don't have to now, either. We're willing to train you in case self defense is inevitable but it's not like how it was. No one will be forcing you into violence anymore."

If anyone even dared to try, Brainy and Lyle would beat them senseless.
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[personal profile] googledox 2015-04-11 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll speak to the others here to see if they can work out a training regimen you find agreeable."

What a remarkable child.

"I know back in Panem I made it sound like you were doomed to supervillainy but you're already well on your way to having the attitudes of a superhero." A pause. "Even with Penny."

He remembered her confession.

"She was someone Lyle and I might have killed had we had the chance, and we've taken a vow against killing. I hope you understand that. Your motives there were still in keeping with that of a superhero - wanting to stop someone from harming yourself and others. They always have been."

He dithered for a moment, awkwardly.

"From the moment I met you. Everything I did to discourage them was the opposite of what I really thought and partly my way of manipulating you into allow adults like Lyle and myself undertake risk so you didn't come to harm."
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[personal profile] googledox 2015-04-17 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad."

He wasn't sure what else to say. Sometimes he was tremendously awkward about these kinds of things. Sincerity wasn't really his forte.

He nodded towards the door.

"I should get back to the lab. We only have terribly rudimentary equipment and materials to work with. It's going to take time to bring it up to proper quality standards."

He stood up.

"If you need anything, Lyle and I are always here. Don't hesitate to talk to us."
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[personal profile] googledox 2015-05-16 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Brainy started upright when she hugged him, surprised at the contact, but then relaxed into it, hugging her back lightly and patting her somewhat awkwardly - but gently - on the back.

She was one of the first he would've wanted saved but he wouldn't have begrudged her at all if he found out he wasn't the same to her. Not with how he'd acted. Not with who he'd pretended to be.

And not with who he really was underneath. He knew he was a good person, a brave person, but he hadn't always been the most likable person.

But he was glad at least that right now he was someone that seemed to make her feel secure.

"Yes. Well." He cleared his throat, clearly feeling awkward. "As I said, we're here if you need us."

After she let go, he gave her one last gentle smile before walking away.
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