Post by Lucy Canavan on Feb 6, 2019 20:13:08 GMT
Thud
A knife thudded into a large wooden box, the straight blade tinted a soft electric blue with the remaining blade colored a deep obsidian. Lucy walked over to retrieve it, her footsteps echoing around the empty warehouse. She had found a small clearing in the middle of a few larger crates, the wood and floor were marked with scratches, clearly from previous knife throwing attempts. This was the first time it had stuck.
"Yes!" Lucy muttered, her excitement momentarily escaping through the voice. The voice had turned her mind into a prison, her recent escape attempt and the incident with Mr. Rose had put the voice on edge. It stopped her from displaying emotion, cutting down any rogue thoughts with merciless headaches. It told her she needed to be better now, her new knife was a gift and it should not be squandered. So now she must practice, practice makes perfect and the voice needed her to be perfect.
Lucy pulled the knife from the box, every touch making her appreciate the smooth and subtle design. Sores on her hands had started to appear, but the voice told her they were normal. The hand must be damaged so that it heals stronger the voice told her, the skin will grow back thicker making it easier to use and throw more often. It made sense, so she took up her position in the center and threw it again, this time at the opposite crate.
Thud. Then a clatter.
Lucy winced as the voice commanded her to try again, try again, try again. That is all it had been actually saying for hours now, like a broken record until she could land the knife 10 times out of 10. Deep down, Lucy knew she would be here until she could. So she fetched it again. The frustration of having success snatched from her grasp with a multiple knife-stick, she picked it up from the ground. That frustration was quickly battered down, increasing Lucy's frustration, and creating more repression from the voice.
The blade in her hand started to thrum with energy, sending waves of cold through her body and up into her mind. With not as much as a whimper, the voice shut off.
Lucy stumbled to her knees as her mind expanded. the pressure on it gone.
Techniques used:
Name: Okiti's Decision
Type: Item - Standard
Tier: II
Condition: +2
Description: A simple knife held by Lucy, the straight blade tinted a soft electric blue with the remaining blade colored a deep obsidian. The handle is plain, lacking any ornate designs but still somehow the knife is beautiful in its simplicity.
Properties:
Name: Sacrifice
Class: Reiryoku
Tier: II
Type: Defensive
Range: Self
Description: Whenever a foreign entity attempts to impart a form of mental alteration on Lucy while she holds this blade this Tier II ability reacts in an effort to counter the effect. If the power is too strong for this technique to counter then it simply dulls the effect based on advantages. When this technique is used it causes the blade to change from obsidian to a plain white blade, lacking even a metallic sheen. After one post this ability can be activated again, the color returning to the blade in a similar fashion to that of a mood ring, spreading upwards from the handle.
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A knife thudded into a large wooden box, the straight blade tinted a soft electric blue with the remaining blade colored a deep obsidian. Lucy walked over to retrieve it, her footsteps echoing around the empty warehouse. She had found a small clearing in the middle of a few larger crates, the wood and floor were marked with scratches, clearly from previous knife throwing attempts. This was the first time it had stuck.
"Yes!" Lucy muttered, her excitement momentarily escaping through the voice. The voice had turned her mind into a prison, her recent escape attempt and the incident with Mr. Rose had put the voice on edge. It stopped her from displaying emotion, cutting down any rogue thoughts with merciless headaches. It told her she needed to be better now, her new knife was a gift and it should not be squandered. So now she must practice, practice makes perfect and the voice needed her to be perfect.
Lucy pulled the knife from the box, every touch making her appreciate the smooth and subtle design. Sores on her hands had started to appear, but the voice told her they were normal. The hand must be damaged so that it heals stronger the voice told her, the skin will grow back thicker making it easier to use and throw more often. It made sense, so she took up her position in the center and threw it again, this time at the opposite crate.
Thud. Then a clatter.
Lucy winced as the voice commanded her to try again, try again, try again. That is all it had been actually saying for hours now, like a broken record until she could land the knife 10 times out of 10. Deep down, Lucy knew she would be here until she could. So she fetched it again. The frustration of having success snatched from her grasp with a multiple knife-stick, she picked it up from the ground. That frustration was quickly battered down, increasing Lucy's frustration, and creating more repression from the voice.
The blade in her hand started to thrum with energy, sending waves of cold through her body and up into her mind. With not as much as a whimper, the voice shut off.
Lucy stumbled to her knees as her mind expanded. the pressure on it gone.
Techniques used:
Name: Okiti's Decision
Type: Item - Standard
Tier: II
Condition: +2
Description: A simple knife held by Lucy, the straight blade tinted a soft electric blue with the remaining blade colored a deep obsidian. The handle is plain, lacking any ornate designs but still somehow the knife is beautiful in its simplicity.
Properties:
Name: Sacrifice
Class: Reiryoku
Tier: II
Type: Defensive
Range: Self
Description: Whenever a foreign entity attempts to impart a form of mental alteration on Lucy while she holds this blade this Tier II ability reacts in an effort to counter the effect. If the power is too strong for this technique to counter then it simply dulls the effect based on advantages. When this technique is used it causes the blade to change from obsidian to a plain white blade, lacking even a metallic sheen. After one post this ability can be activated again, the color returning to the blade in a similar fashion to that of a mood ring, spreading upwards from the handle.
