Accelerator (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
levelshift) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
etrayalogs2024-04-27 03:07 pm
levelshift) wrote in etrayalogs2024-04-27 03:07 pm
[Open] That story unknown to all
WHO: Accelerator (levelshift) and OPEN.
WHEN: Shortly after the second wave of arrivals, possibly other prompts later into May.
WHERE: Near the apartments and Kwik Trip.
WHAT: Taking measurements of the environment through SCIENCE, and some all important coffee hoarding.
NOTES\WARNINGS: None as of now.
[It's around noon when Accelerator heads out from the apartment complex, making his way towards the north end of the island. It's slow going since he's relying on his crutch, but he doesn't particularly care. The only reason he isn't doing this directly outside of the apartment building is because he doesn't want to interrupt anyone or be interrupted himself.
Once he reaches a nice clearing with little else around he stops and hits the switch on the black choker around his neck, the green light flickering to red, then hits another switch on his crutch. The cane portion of it retracts into the cuff that's around his right forearm, allowing him to stand on his own without assistance. With a sigh he cracks his neck, and then there's a BOOM! as four miniature tornadoes suddenly form at his back.
He launches himself into the sky, eventually slowing down the higher he gets and coming to a stop before he hits the invisible barrier that's encircling the entire area. On the way up he's been running the numbers (more like, doing complex mathematical calculations in his head), and once he reaches his destination more formulas and equations flood into his head. With his ability active he can pick up on infinitely more than a regular human would ever hope to with their five senses. It's like going from a single black and white security camera to an infinite number of interconnected nanomachines measuring everything from precipitation levels to background radiation and intensity of UV light. From nothing to practically the entire world.
Accelerator frowns and stretches a hand out. His fingertips don't even come into contact with the barrier, but stop a few centimeters before it. That's all he needs to start sensing its vectors, and he spends a few moments memorizing the numbers flowing into his head and comparing him to ones he's already familiar with.
Once that's finished he drops his hand and the tornadoes abruptly cut out and he sucks in a deep breath, brain switching over to imaginary numbers and formulas. It makes the blood vessels throughout his body pulse and sweat rise up on his skin, but he keeps going until he's analyzed what he needs to. His temples are aching when he finishes and lets himself drop, going back to measuring normal scientific phenomena as he falls towards the ground. When he's close enough he slows his descent to a float, and then lightly touches back down.]
[Later that afternoon Accelerator can be found at the Kwik Trip, back to using his crutch like a regular person. He's got one of those plastic shopping baskets in his free hand, stopping whenever he sees some food down an aisle that he wants. The basket gets set down so he can toss the item in, then he picks it up and moves further down the aisle.
So far, he's only picked up a few prepackaged sandwiches and junk food. For someone as smart as he is, you'd think he'd pay a little more attention to the food pyramid, but he doesn't seem to care at all about nutrition. That becomes apparent when he gets to one of the coolers containing canned drinks. Scanning each of them closely he stops at a couple rows of canned coffee, and after looking each brand over carefully he proceeds to start tossing some crappy Starbucks unsweetened black nitro cold brew into his basket.
It isn't just one. He's grabbing two at a time, dropping them into his basket with a scowl, until he's taken every single one of that specific kind of can from the cooler. There's over a dozen cans in his basket, and even with that number he's a little irritated that was all the store had. It doesn't even look like it's occurring to him that he might want to leave one or two for someone else who'd like some.]
((If you have something else in mind feel free to PM or hit me up on plurk![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
cryptophyta for plotting!))
levelshift) and OPEN.WHEN: Shortly after the second wave of arrivals, possibly other prompts later into May.
WHERE: Near the apartments and Kwik Trip.
WHAT: Taking measurements of the environment through SCIENCE, and some all important coffee hoarding.
NOTES\WARNINGS: None as of now.
The Barrier.
[It's around noon when Accelerator heads out from the apartment complex, making his way towards the north end of the island. It's slow going since he's relying on his crutch, but he doesn't particularly care. The only reason he isn't doing this directly outside of the apartment building is because he doesn't want to interrupt anyone or be interrupted himself.
Once he reaches a nice clearing with little else around he stops and hits the switch on the black choker around his neck, the green light flickering to red, then hits another switch on his crutch. The cane portion of it retracts into the cuff that's around his right forearm, allowing him to stand on his own without assistance. With a sigh he cracks his neck, and then there's a BOOM! as four miniature tornadoes suddenly form at his back.
He launches himself into the sky, eventually slowing down the higher he gets and coming to a stop before he hits the invisible barrier that's encircling the entire area. On the way up he's been running the numbers (more like, doing complex mathematical calculations in his head), and once he reaches his destination more formulas and equations flood into his head. With his ability active he can pick up on infinitely more than a regular human would ever hope to with their five senses. It's like going from a single black and white security camera to an infinite number of interconnected nanomachines measuring everything from precipitation levels to background radiation and intensity of UV light. From nothing to practically the entire world.
Accelerator frowns and stretches a hand out. His fingertips don't even come into contact with the barrier, but stop a few centimeters before it. That's all he needs to start sensing its vectors, and he spends a few moments memorizing the numbers flowing into his head and comparing him to ones he's already familiar with.
Once that's finished he drops his hand and the tornadoes abruptly cut out and he sucks in a deep breath, brain switching over to imaginary numbers and formulas. It makes the blood vessels throughout his body pulse and sweat rise up on his skin, but he keeps going until he's analyzed what he needs to. His temples are aching when he finishes and lets himself drop, going back to measuring normal scientific phenomena as he falls towards the ground. When he's close enough he slows his descent to a float, and then lightly touches back down.]
Grocery Shopping.
[Later that afternoon Accelerator can be found at the Kwik Trip, back to using his crutch like a regular person. He's got one of those plastic shopping baskets in his free hand, stopping whenever he sees some food down an aisle that he wants. The basket gets set down so he can toss the item in, then he picks it up and moves further down the aisle.
So far, he's only picked up a few prepackaged sandwiches and junk food. For someone as smart as he is, you'd think he'd pay a little more attention to the food pyramid, but he doesn't seem to care at all about nutrition. That becomes apparent when he gets to one of the coolers containing canned drinks. Scanning each of them closely he stops at a couple rows of canned coffee, and after looking each brand over carefully he proceeds to start tossing some crappy Starbucks unsweetened black nitro cold brew into his basket.
It isn't just one. He's grabbing two at a time, dropping them into his basket with a scowl, until he's taken every single one of that specific kind of can from the cooler. There's over a dozen cans in his basket, and even with that number he's a little irritated that was all the store had. It doesn't even look like it's occurring to him that he might want to leave one or two for someone else who'd like some.]
Wildcard
((If you have something else in mind feel free to PM or hit me up on plurk
no subject
He scowls at the sarcasm, but waits patiently. Sarcasm is something he can tolerate.]
... So, are you going to answer my question?
[In spite of all the abrasiveness, he does really want to know what he is.]
no subject
The other doesn't seem to back off the whole 'what the fuck are you' shit but the thing of it is he has no idea how to describe what he is because he's never really had to think about it before coming here.]
As if it fucking matters to you but I'm a fucking spider demon. [There's no easy way to describe that he's a sort of hellspawn, so he settles on demon because it's probably the easiest to relate to something for the most part for most people. He is most certainly not a demon, but that's probably the closet he can get to describing the kinda hellspawn he is without also getting into a whole mess of other shit that, again, Angel hasn't really thought much about.]
no subject
Ah.
[He looks Angel up and down again thoughtfully. He's still getting cute mascot vibes, and he's certain if Last Order was here she'd be trying to hug him or climb on him or something, living her best ten year old life.]
Spiders are supposed to have eight limbs.
[That's his whole takeaway of this, yes.]
no subject
Really, that's the hill we're gonna die on today? Angel just sort of gives the other a look that screams 'are you serious' and, well, heaves a sigh. He might as well just prove a point because why the fuck not. He has a feeling he's going to have to go through this with every single fucking person he meets here.
With a sort of shiver the set of arms that normally sit rested at his side tucked away from view fold themselves out. He doesn't usually use his third set all that often unless he really has to for one reason or another.]
Happy now?
no subject
So an angel is here, as well as a demon. Neither of them seem particularly destructive, which is good. He isn't sure if there's any significance with nonhuman beings being chosen by Echo, and it's hard to make any kind of deduction when it's still unclear Echo's reasons for picking people.
He'll have to abandon that line of thought for now, and come back to it when he has more answers. For now he turns and reaches for another can of coffee on the shelf.]
Does that mean you're from Hell, then? Or... Da'at? [Ugh, he wishes Qliphah was here. He doesn't sound sure about this at all.] I'm still new to this kind of crap, so I don't know how it works for demons that aren't that piece of shit Coronzon and the demon I employ.
no subject
He hasn't even begun to try and question the in and outs of the people being brought here. But he is certain of the fact that out of all the people that Echo has plucked from the endless multiverse of worlds he has been the strangest looking thing he's seen thus far, at least on the surface.
Most of the people he's met thus far have looked fairly normal, maybe an odd quirk here and there. The only real difference thus far had been where they come from and their personality quirks.
Like loading up on coffee, of all things.]
The fuck is a Da'at? [He clearly ain't from there.] I came from Hell, yeah, and I am the only fuckin' demon I met here thus far so I don't know how it fucking works either.
[A pause.] You know like this shit comes back right? You don't have to hoard? [He doesn't have any particular interest in it personally but no one person should probably have that much processed coffee drink. Human, spider, or otherwise.]
no subject
[It's a valid question, but he isn't totally sure how relevant getting into the cosmos of the universe is when they aren't in that universe. Does this one even have a Tree of Sephiroth? It must have something, given the presence of ley lines....
... Whatever. There's probably time to figure it all out.
He looks down at his basket, giving a small, unconcerned shrug.]
I'm not hoarding. This is what I usually buy. I'll probably get through this shit in about a week.
[With no legal guardian and no prison staff to cook for him he's going to go ahead and default back to his usual meal habits, which happen to be complete dogshit.]
no subject
When the other admits just how long it's going to take him to go through it the brow over his darkened eye raises;
Is this dude serious?]
It's just coffee isn't it? What's so exciting that you drink that much of it?
[He has no idea the allure of that particular brand and he doesn't understand all the words that make up the blend. They don't have Starbucks in Hell, it's definitely a Dunkin kinda place.]
no subject
[His tastes would probably cause psychic damage to anyone who cares about coffee, honestly. Accelerator doesn't look bothered by this though, he's been addicted to canned coffee for long enough that this behaviour is a normal part of his life.]
It's just easy to get a hold of and I like it right now, but I'll probably get sick of this brand in a couple of weeks and switch to something else.
[That's how he rolls: obsessively drink one kind for weeks until he wakes up one day and is completely sick of it, and then find another kind of replace it.]
no subject
And well this dude seems to be an 'expert' as it were.]
Well the good news is every time more people show up this place gets a mess of different crap like the robots are all trying trying to keep us... happy, I guess? [Angel has adapted a very nothing comes for free attitude about it but damned if he isn't going to enjoy every minute of it.]
no subject
Usually the quality of the ingredients and the effort that goes into making the coffee. There're goddamn machines out there for home use that can cost thousands of dollars.
[Kind of ridiculous but whatever, some people can afford that. More interesting is that apparently this convenience store isn't just static. He isn't a picky person, but that's encouraging to hear.]
So this place is gonna keep expanding?
no subject
I mean, that I know. I just ain't seen ones like this before. I suppose it's easier to haul it down if it's cold and all.
[That gets a total laugh out of him, a high pitched sarcastic thing.]
When I got here they ain't even finished all the fuckin' buildings! Like they got some sorta shitty contractor or some hack job t'do the work.
no subject
There's hot canned coffee, too. [But he glances over at the other aisles.] Haven't seen any here, though. I'm not sure how common it is outside of Japan.
[He never even considered that more buildings might be constructed.]
We might end up living in a whole damn city, then.
[Having spent most of his life in the most advanced city in his universe, it's nice that that's it's a possibility.]