staystraught: Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers (picked parasite's pocket)
boy wonder. ([personal profile] staystraught) wrote2014-03-04 01:18 am
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keeping this simple

feel free to change to first lol

As bored as he got, at least the arrivals arrived like clockwork. The holographic "FREE HUGS TO START YOUR STAY OFF RIGHT" spun lazily above his head, and he was seated underneath it, polishing birdarangs.

Couldn't really risk target practice, after all.
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[personal profile] staystraught 2014-03-05 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Computer generated ones are more difficult." Most people are familiar with stored holograms, he supposes. Unchanging.

"I guess you're from some prehistoric backwater, hm?" He smirks a little. The level of holographic sophistication he has isn't available for public consumption.

"You do have computers, right? They make this stuff that much easier."
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[personal profile] darlingmonster 2014-03-07 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, would you consider the year 1996 to be a prehistoric backwater?" Julian asks mildly, refusing to be offended. After all, a good part of the world was a blasted mess due to the wars.

"Yes, we do have computers. We're not savages beating rocks together." Julian's sure that in some regards, the technology his kin have perfected would certainly astonish.
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[personal profile] staystraught 2014-03-09 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Barely passes," he admits reluctantly. "That's the year I was born."

Is he biased? Yes, he is.

"Still stuck on physical consoles, I'm guessing," he says. Which isn't fair; if he wasn't Batman's protege, he would be just as much so. But that is still pre-touchscreen, so this place might throw him for a loop.

"I'm also guessing they're pretty big. This is a whole thing right here in my glove."
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[personal profile] darlingmonster 2014-03-09 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Julian considers, then. The boy appears to be in his mid-teens--younger than he was when they escaped the control of the scientists that created them, certainly. So it may be...late 2000s, 2012 at most, he thought.

"Not entirely." They had created handheld devices, tablets--and even if they hadn't, Julian adapted quickly. They all did.

"More powerful computers, certainly are a bit larger. But it's hardly stone and chisels."
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[personal profile] staystraught 2014-03-09 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
"But it got your attention," he answers. "But I guess, so would a stone and chisel."

He stands, shaking out his cape and brushing off any dirt.

"Before we continue, do you have superpowers?"
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[personal profile] darlingmonster 2014-03-09 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
"No."

Yes. Maybe. What exactly constitutes superpowers, in your definition of the term? Julian's abilities are perfectly average--for his kind, which happens to be genetically-enhanced human.

"Why, do you?"
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[personal profile] staystraught 2014-03-09 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
"No, just a lot of specialized training," he says, but he flares up the hologram sign and its offer.

"But this place punishes you for not donating to their energy efforts. And having powers complicates that."
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[personal profile] darlingmonster 2014-03-09 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
That admission is enough to pique his curiosity--after all, the compound had been designed for nearly exactly that, aside from creating them in the first place. Training them to be soldiers.

"And what exactly are we expected to do to 'donate'?"

After a moment of consideration, he also asks:

"And what complications would those be, out of curiosity?"
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[personal profile] staystraught 2014-03-10 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Preface: this doesn't make sense," he warned, "but apparently you just have to touch people. Touch. You don't have to, like, generate any kind of kinetic energy. Just the act of touch is the answer to their prayers or something, it's simple and I can't figure it out and I don't like that."

He can't help throwing his hands in the air to illustrate the frustration. It is a pain.

"And your powers go haywire if you don't, on top of the sickness that normal people like me get."
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[personal profile] darlingmonster 2014-03-10 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
He was right--that made no kind of sense. It was ridiculous, and his face said exactly what he thought about it without him needing to. But he did anyway.

"...you're right. That doesn't make sense at all."

He would need to outline, exactly, what constituted 'powers.' And if his natural skill--granted to him as it was by unnatural means, but part of his genetic code nonetheless--counted.

"Wonderful."
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[personal profile] staystraught 2014-03-11 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Isn't it, though?" Granted, Dick had no powers. He got the sickness, when he didn't touch anyone in time, but M'gann was such a hugger, he rarely fell into that trap.

"What gets me is how they harvest the energy. I mean, it is transferable, but if it's, say, heat, it's just transferring between the two people. What harvests it? This should be a measurable phenomenon."
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