Post by Sinopia DeStellanova on May 19, 2020 11:24:18 GMT -5
"It's less of a training issue and more of a logistics issue. I only have so many hands and my arms aren't that long." She paused for moment, tapping her fingers against the inside of her pockets. "Well, I guess it could be a training issue. How are you able to fire yours so far? I have to directly transfer that energy or whatever they run on. You know, like when you strengthen weapons so they don't break. Same idea. Being able to 'throw' the effect would work too."
Red knew very little about how semblances actually worked in general. She only had hers for about three years now, and no formal training. Everything she knew came from what Knight told her and a lot of trial and error. If they had predictable rules she didn't know them, and they all seemed so different that she didn't even know if she could use someone else's experience as a basis for how hers worked. Not in any meaningful sense beyond the basics at least.
It was frustrating. When it came to aura she had almost the exact opposite problems Knight did. She didn't have much aura and it wasn't especially strong. About the only thing that stopped it from shattering in a light breeze was that she developed an above average degree of control over it fairly quickly. By contrast, her semblance was very all or nothing. It would be so much more useful if she could just figure out how to phase individual pieces of something rather than the whole thing. Not having to worry about falling through the floor when she only wanted to see what was on the other side of a wall would making scouting so much less complicated. But it felt like her semblance did whatever the hell it wanted and trying to train it was very frustrating. She had made great strides in the types of materials she could go through and finding work arounds for how stupidly indiscriminate it was, but that was about the only progress she made. Everything else felt impossible because nothing she tried ever worked.
Semblance talk was another one of those things she wasn't sure if they should be talking about in public. Not because there was any inherent danger like there was in their last subject, but because both of their semblances were distinct enough that it someone could use it to link their identities to their actions if they were determined enough. She tried to use really vague terms, but if Knight decided to drop the subject she wouldn't try to bring it back up. They could always talk about it later.
Just looking at food was making her stomach roll, she appreciated that Knight ordered something for her rather than making her decide. She would have taken just about anything, so what she got was fine by her. After making a point to take one bit of corndog so Knight wouldn't feel bad about stuffing her face, she just held onto the sticks for now. Though that one bite was enough to remind her body that it was actually really hungry. Enough that she was able to nibble a little bit periodically without feeling too bad. She followed Knight to sit down, though she didn't sit herself. Sitting still was difficult for the moment, so being able to stand, fidget, and move her legs was more comfortable than trying. That said, she did lean on the nearest convenient surface she found.
"Isn't that basically what Atlas did? I wouldn't be surprised if more people tried it. They're being really tight-lipped about how they managed to power something like that though, so it might take some time to replicate." She paused and took another small bite out of the side of her corndog. "Normally I'm completely in favor of making random shit fly for no reason other than we can, but this actually bothers me. Half of what makes technology so great is that we keep bypassing our previous limitations and expand what we, as a civilization, can do. Flying is great because it's a very visible middle finger to one of the prevalent forces in the world, and one we all have to deal with from before we're even born: gravity. But building flying cities...That's more like abandoning your home because you're afraid of Grimm. I can understand that but..." She shifted and started tapping her uneaten corndog against her nose. "How is it that we know so little about Grimm when they've been a problem for nearly all of history? Why are we thinking of new ways to hide from them rather than how to actually eliminate them? I don't know, seems backwards."
It always felt strange to be arguing for that sort of thing. Red had little to no sentimental attachments to any given place, so having to pack up and move to a flying city wouldn't affect her much. If anything it'd be cool because all the engineering that had to go into keeping a city afloat like that had to be amazing, but it still offended her sensibilities. It was the same reasoning behind why she continued to fight in the war despite having no particular love for Vale or Mistral. She could have easily backed out and either gone to Menagerie, or if that was too hard to stomach, some random village that was remote enough to not be touched by outsiders often. But she didn't. There was something about not even having the option to go somewhere or do something that offended her. Maybe that was why she kept insisting on putting herself in situations she knew would overwhelm her like this.
"Unless you mean putting them up into space. That's worth being a little offended for. I can't even imagine what civilization could do if it could use Remnant's orbit. Literally, I can't. It would change everything."
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Red knew very little about how semblances actually worked in general. She only had hers for about three years now, and no formal training. Everything she knew came from what Knight told her and a lot of trial and error. If they had predictable rules she didn't know them, and they all seemed so different that she didn't even know if she could use someone else's experience as a basis for how hers worked. Not in any meaningful sense beyond the basics at least.
It was frustrating. When it came to aura she had almost the exact opposite problems Knight did. She didn't have much aura and it wasn't especially strong. About the only thing that stopped it from shattering in a light breeze was that she developed an above average degree of control over it fairly quickly. By contrast, her semblance was very all or nothing. It would be so much more useful if she could just figure out how to phase individual pieces of something rather than the whole thing. Not having to worry about falling through the floor when she only wanted to see what was on the other side of a wall would making scouting so much less complicated. But it felt like her semblance did whatever the hell it wanted and trying to train it was very frustrating. She had made great strides in the types of materials she could go through and finding work arounds for how stupidly indiscriminate it was, but that was about the only progress she made. Everything else felt impossible because nothing she tried ever worked.
Semblance talk was another one of those things she wasn't sure if they should be talking about in public. Not because there was any inherent danger like there was in their last subject, but because both of their semblances were distinct enough that it someone could use it to link their identities to their actions if they were determined enough. She tried to use really vague terms, but if Knight decided to drop the subject she wouldn't try to bring it back up. They could always talk about it later.
Just looking at food was making her stomach roll, she appreciated that Knight ordered something for her rather than making her decide. She would have taken just about anything, so what she got was fine by her. After making a point to take one bit of corndog so Knight wouldn't feel bad about stuffing her face, she just held onto the sticks for now. Though that one bite was enough to remind her body that it was actually really hungry. Enough that she was able to nibble a little bit periodically without feeling too bad. She followed Knight to sit down, though she didn't sit herself. Sitting still was difficult for the moment, so being able to stand, fidget, and move her legs was more comfortable than trying. That said, she did lean on the nearest convenient surface she found.
"Isn't that basically what Atlas did? I wouldn't be surprised if more people tried it. They're being really tight-lipped about how they managed to power something like that though, so it might take some time to replicate." She paused and took another small bite out of the side of her corndog. "Normally I'm completely in favor of making random shit fly for no reason other than we can, but this actually bothers me. Half of what makes technology so great is that we keep bypassing our previous limitations and expand what we, as a civilization, can do. Flying is great because it's a very visible middle finger to one of the prevalent forces in the world, and one we all have to deal with from before we're even born: gravity. But building flying cities...That's more like abandoning your home because you're afraid of Grimm. I can understand that but..." She shifted and started tapping her uneaten corndog against her nose. "How is it that we know so little about Grimm when they've been a problem for nearly all of history? Why are we thinking of new ways to hide from them rather than how to actually eliminate them? I don't know, seems backwards."
It always felt strange to be arguing for that sort of thing. Red had little to no sentimental attachments to any given place, so having to pack up and move to a flying city wouldn't affect her much. If anything it'd be cool because all the engineering that had to go into keeping a city afloat like that had to be amazing, but it still offended her sensibilities. It was the same reasoning behind why she continued to fight in the war despite having no particular love for Vale or Mistral. She could have easily backed out and either gone to Menagerie, or if that was too hard to stomach, some random village that was remote enough to not be touched by outsiders often. But she didn't. There was something about not even having the option to go somewhere or do something that offended her. Maybe that was why she kept insisting on putting herself in situations she knew would overwhelm her like this.
"Unless you mean putting them up into space. That's worth being a little offended for. I can't even imagine what civilization could do if it could use Remnant's orbit. Literally, I can't. It would change everything."
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