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memoryboxes) wrote2011-02-02 09:16 pm
memoryboxes) wrote2011-02-02 09:16 pm
9th Memory [Action/Voice]
[After a very tiring last few weeks—between learning about things she's forgotten and turning into things she could never willingly forget—Sayo found herself resting comfortably in Luceti. The experiment, while straining for some, wasn't so bad. She'd gotten to record an image of her son's face while she was stuck in his body... and now she can proudly put the picture on a table in her living room.
Even with her in his body, it was still so him. Did they really share the way they emoted that well? It's something to laugh about.
She's also been working on making something beyond the traditional Japanese outfit. Because honestly? She wanted to try something new—even if it meant her knowledge of clothes-making was in jeopardy, she didn't mind it. She'd relearn it later, hmm?
So she's been making blankets and dropping them off at the clothes store. Ones that are moreso her world's style, some that are patterned unlike anything she's used to (—and what interesting ways of making blankets! Quilts!). She can't help but ask, as she sits contently to watch people come and go:]
[Voice for Everyone Ever]
What type of hobbies do you enjoy doing? And has this place made you form any new ones?
[After that, she'll leave, and uncharacteristically veer off her usual path toward the inner forest.
She's been hearing (repeatedly, forgetting often, relearning often...) that there are spirits here that can teach people things. She's not sure which to listen to first, but she knows she wants to try. Try... and see if it's something her mind will keep intact. Perhaps the water one... or the wind one... Ah, those would be good! They would be helpful to protect oneself without hurting the other person fighting, right?
When she feels she's far out enough, she speaks hesitantly—]
Hello...? Is... is this how I speak with you...?
[Granted, you may find her lost in the forest. Which way was back again... hmmm... :|a]
Even with her in his body, it was still so him. Did they really share the way they emoted that well? It's something to laugh about.
She's also been working on making something beyond the traditional Japanese outfit. Because honestly? She wanted to try something new—even if it meant her knowledge of clothes-making was in jeopardy, she didn't mind it. She'd relearn it later, hmm?
So she's been making blankets and dropping them off at the clothes store. Ones that are moreso her world's style, some that are patterned unlike anything she's used to (—and what interesting ways of making blankets! Quilts!). She can't help but ask, as she sits contently to watch people come and go:]
[Voice for Everyone Ever]
What type of hobbies do you enjoy doing? And has this place made you form any new ones?
[After that, she'll leave, and uncharacteristically veer off her usual path toward the inner forest.
She's been hearing (repeatedly, forgetting often, relearning often...) that there are spirits here that can teach people things. She's not sure which to listen to first, but she knows she wants to try. Try... and see if it's something her mind will keep intact. Perhaps the water one... or the wind one... Ah, those would be good! They would be helpful to protect oneself without hurting the other person fighting, right?
When she feels she's far out enough, she speaks hesitantly—]
Hello...? Is... is this how I speak with you...?
[Granted, you may find her lost in the forest. Which way was back again... hmmm... :|a]
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Guitars are stringed musical instruments, usually made of wood. Applying pressure at varying points on the string and then strumming them produces notes.
Aircraft are... tougher to explain. Think of them as vehicles that are capable of flying through the sky, sort of like a bird.
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[But heavy things tend to PLUMMET. 8|]
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[Thirteen leaves the view for a moment or two, and there's a sound of him picking something up before returning to view. In his hands is a model of an airplane (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100516161851/acecombat/images/c/c4/Yellow_13'_s_Su-35.jpg), painted in those same colors.]
They look like this. Though the real ones are much, much larger than this. Big enough that a person can sit in this seat here. [He gestures to the canopy and cockpit where an empty seat is. It should help give some sense of scale, hopefully.]
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[Those wings don't look flappable...]
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These. These are engines that are capable of putting out immense amounts of thrust by burning high-performance fuel. They're capable of putting out so much thrust, that the wings here cut through the air, producing a force known as "lift."
With enough speed, this force allows the plane to stay aloft, sort of like how an eagle can glide through the air by spreading its wings wide. The elevators here, on the back [he points to the horizontal tail fins next to the engines], move up and down, which cause the lift force to direct the plane up and down.
...It's complicated, but the technology is amazing, and flying one is a rush.
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You've gotten to fly in them often?