Star 016

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac has not made his regularly scheduled visit to the Plane. But here he is now. Isaac looks like he hasn't seen the sun in days (which he hasn't.) He also looks extremely tense and frustrated....

So he's at the bar, drink in one hand, and the other is busy drawing out a rough map on a damp piece of parchment with a crumbly little bit of burnt wood.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master completely ignores Isaac when he goes to make himself a White Ballistic]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac is probably pretty ignoreable, but he sighs heavily and lets his head thunk against the bar in pure frustration.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If you sigh any louder, you may cause your drink to spill over.

[The Master doesn't seem like he much cares]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Well there's lots more of it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Fair point. Carry on.

[The Master will now be setting his White Ballistic on fire]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

..Why did you just light your drink on fire?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

So I can do this.

[The Master pulls out a weird looking... THING made of spare parts onto the table, then throws the drink into the air, then shoots it with his laser screwdriver, and THEN hits a big red button on the weird THING, which causes the broken glass and falling fire to appear to freeze in time]

Tada.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink.]

[Blink blink.]

[Blink blink.]

Halt?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Moving between two... 'atoms' of time.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Huh? How?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The power of science!

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Oh. I can do something like that with Psynergy!

[And with that, he throws his piece of wood in the air. The Master may or may not see the rings of blue light that surround Isaac for a split second, but he throws his arm out, and just like that, the wood stops, mid-decent.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[examining it curiously]

That's telekinetic, correct?

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[Isaiah cautiously peers into the bar

where he is immediately distracted by the wood and comes close with this expression.]

Man, what are you doing?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[JUMP!] Waaah--- uhm. Making a map.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

With.. half a tree?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

It's not that big.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

Why don't you use, like, a pencil?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Because I don't know what those are.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

What?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

There's nothing called a 'Pencil' in my world.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

What kind of cracked out place you live in? What the fuck, seriously.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

One you obviously don't know anything about.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I want to know about a place without pencils. You have to use that stick thing all the time. Homework must be killer.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

We have pens, you know. This happens to be the only thing handy.