Yellow and Green
Nov 10, 2014 0:58:11 GMT -6
Post by Audrey on Nov 10, 2014 0:58:11 GMT -6
With her hands together in a formation that looked like something out of a ninja graphic novel, rocks were flying all about the roof. The roof was always Terra's optimal training space; if something went wrong, it was the place likely no one would get in the crossfire. What was amazing though is since joining the Titans, her powers were going wrong less and less. It was no instant solution like Slade promised, but it was progress. As the rocks took their formation, a machine across the way roared to life, also manipulated from the inside out by Terra's geokinesis. The blue and chrome square device made a couple sputters and coughs before starting to click rhythmically.
After just about 8 clicks, a spinning disc went flying out of the machine off the side of the tower towards the Pacific Ocean at top speed. Almost nearly as fast, one of the rocks Terra had held up went flying in pursuit after the disc, smashing it apart over the water, sending the pieces floating to the bottom of the bay. After another eight clicks, another disc went soaring. However, Terra's mark didn't hit quite as well this time, leaving the disc to land in the water unharmed. The frustration of a miss was apparent in Terra's face, but she continued to focus regardless. After a good 10 minutes, the discs were all gone. The second disc was the only miss. Not good enough.
There could be no misses. Terra cursed to herself as she walked over and turned off the disc jockey. She always beat herself over these things. Being a hero was precious. A missed target was all the potential for a casualty, for a piece of wasted ammo that would determine the battle, it could be the difference between everything. Sometimes, she could almost swear she was Robin with how meticulous she got about perfection. She supposed he understood though. How much a miss could mean. She wondered if he lost someone from a mistake or if the Batman drilled it all into his skull from the countless numbers he'd been unable to save.
She sighed, turning around, only to walk right into a volleyball net and fall flat on her back, a nice crosshatching of red lines on her face from the strike. When did that get put up? She racked her mind and remembered it had been up the whole time, she'd just been so focused on her miss she'd forgotten. That was problem for her, she forgot things when she focused too much. Hadn't she forgotten enough already? She smiled and tapped the abandoned volleyball over the net and then jumped under and struck it again on the other side. Satisfied with her little folley, she took a seat on the edge of the tower to just watch the waves of the bay travel. It felt good being home.
After just about 8 clicks, a spinning disc went flying out of the machine off the side of the tower towards the Pacific Ocean at top speed. Almost nearly as fast, one of the rocks Terra had held up went flying in pursuit after the disc, smashing it apart over the water, sending the pieces floating to the bottom of the bay. After another eight clicks, another disc went soaring. However, Terra's mark didn't hit quite as well this time, leaving the disc to land in the water unharmed. The frustration of a miss was apparent in Terra's face, but she continued to focus regardless. After a good 10 minutes, the discs were all gone. The second disc was the only miss. Not good enough.
There could be no misses. Terra cursed to herself as she walked over and turned off the disc jockey. She always beat herself over these things. Being a hero was precious. A missed target was all the potential for a casualty, for a piece of wasted ammo that would determine the battle, it could be the difference between everything. Sometimes, she could almost swear she was Robin with how meticulous she got about perfection. She supposed he understood though. How much a miss could mean. She wondered if he lost someone from a mistake or if the Batman drilled it all into his skull from the countless numbers he'd been unable to save.
She sighed, turning around, only to walk right into a volleyball net and fall flat on her back, a nice crosshatching of red lines on her face from the strike. When did that get put up? She racked her mind and remembered it had been up the whole time, she'd just been so focused on her miss she'd forgotten. That was problem for her, she forgot things when she focused too much. Hadn't she forgotten enough already? She smiled and tapped the abandoned volleyball over the net and then jumped under and struck it again on the other side. Satisfied with her little folley, she took a seat on the edge of the tower to just watch the waves of the bay travel. It felt good being home.