On the importance of Trigger Discipline
Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The almost worryingly pale young woman seems to almost dance along the edge of the street, her vermilion eyes sweeping back and forth across the shattered concrete she steps across, a look of deep concentration on her face, even as her shimmering white hair wafts out backwards behind her, carried upon the winds and looking for all the world like it was moving underwater. She moves forward carefully, one foot in front of the other as she makes sure to avoid stepping on even the smallest of cracks, which is no mean feat this far out to the northern side of Brockton Bay.
Taylor glares down at the shattered concrete beneath her feet with a level of disdainful wonder. She can't help but be baffled by the fact that the people who live in these blocks allow the footpaths to reach such an abhorrent state. This is a danger to them and their children, right? Were it not destruction of public property, the girl would allow herself to call upon a hair more of her full self and grind the stones to dust under her heel, both to make it safer for the people, but also to make her own travels easier.
Only the sidewalks are city property, so that's out. Instead, she continues to careful work her way across the cracked and shattered concrete, doing her best to ignore the part of her that wants to forgo the footpath entirely, instead raising a little more of herself and taking to the blackened asphalt of the land canals, where she could move so much easier and faster.
Because while Brockton Bay is her home, there are a great many parts of the city that are still enemy territory, and it feels just wrong for her to be in the middle of enemy territory without a destroyer screen or a carrier to give her air suppo-
Rader Contact! Bogey incoming at 10:15! Moving through the air fast, and with clear purpose.
Already the girl is moving before she even has time to parse the words given to her by the unnerving creatures that serve as her crew. The concrete beneath her feet turns to little more than dust as the full strength of the USS New Hampshire kicks off, away from the dilapidated building she had been walking next to, and landing with a thunderous crack of shattering asphalt in the middle of the road. The Calculations dance across the girl's mind - Direction, distance, height, speed, wind, all categorized and calculated. The air next to the girl begins to glow a light blue, ripples and bubbles of color appearing as a single gun placement extends out into the world, quickly shifting and orientating,
There is a deafening, thunderous boom that rips through the street, echoed by terrified screaming from the various people going about the block. Twin tracers, separated by less than a half of a second, slice through the skies, cresting the top of the building and Taylor has but the barest of moments to catch sight of the bogey - a bodysuit in white, adorned with trim of gold, and the visage of a pouting blonde girl, then the pair of bullets strike fast, and strike two.
Thoom! Thoom! The figure is obscured by smoke, and there is a last scream as the girl dips, falling from the sky. The smoke covered figure hits the street hard with a meaty thwack, then bounces once, twice. Hitting the ground a third time, the figure skids across the street. Only now, when it was already too late does the girl realize just who she had fired at, just what she had done.
"Oh no."
Fieldset:
If there is anything wrong with the Morse code or anything, I would greatly appreciate being told, as I am still very much learning this stuff as I go.
Taylor glares down at the shattered concrete beneath her feet with a level of disdainful wonder. She can't help but be baffled by the fact that the people who live in these blocks allow the footpaths to reach such an abhorrent state. This is a danger to them and their children, right? Were it not destruction of public property, the girl would allow herself to call upon a hair more of her full self and grind the stones to dust under her heel, both to make it safer for the people, but also to make her own travels easier.
Only the sidewalks are city property, so that's out. Instead, she continues to careful work her way across the cracked and shattered concrete, doing her best to ignore the part of her that wants to forgo the footpath entirely, instead raising a little more of herself and taking to the blackened asphalt of the land canals, where she could move so much easier and faster.
Because while Brockton Bay is her home, there are a great many parts of the city that are still enemy territory, and it feels just wrong for her to be in the middle of enemy territory without a destroyer screen or a carrier to give her air suppo-
Rader Contact! Bogey incoming at 10:15! Moving through the air fast, and with clear purpose.
Already the girl is moving before she even has time to parse the words given to her by the unnerving creatures that serve as her crew. The concrete beneath her feet turns to little more than dust as the full strength of the USS New Hampshire kicks off, away from the dilapidated building she had been walking next to, and landing with a thunderous crack of shattering asphalt in the middle of the road. The Calculations dance across the girl's mind - Direction, distance, height, speed, wind, all categorized and calculated. The air next to the girl begins to glow a light blue, ripples and bubbles of color appearing as a single gun placement extends out into the world, quickly shifting and orientating,
There is a deafening, thunderous boom that rips through the street, echoed by terrified screaming from the various people going about the block. Twin tracers, separated by less than a half of a second, slice through the skies, cresting the top of the building and Taylor has but the barest of moments to catch sight of the bogey - a bodysuit in white, adorned with trim of gold, and the visage of a pouting blonde girl, then the pair of bullets strike fast, and strike two.
Thoom! Thoom! The figure is obscured by smoke, and there is a last scream as the girl dips, falling from the sky. The smoke covered figure hits the street hard with a meaty thwack, then bounces once, twice. Hitting the ground a third time, the figure skids across the street. Only now, when it was already too late does the girl realize just who she had fired at, just what she had done.
"Oh no."
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If there is anything wrong with the Morse code or anything, I would greatly appreciate being told, as I am still very much learning this stuff as I go.
