Post by ~Panzerschurke~ on Jan 2, 2016 0:53:35 GMT
Carbide applauds gingerly watching the first of Agate's arrows lands at its target, then plops down on her butt, genuinely impressed as the second finds its mark in the fetching of the first. "Wow that's actually pretty impressive, only ever seen a few other gems thread the needle anything as good as that. If you're able to do the same stunt while the pressure is on, you'll be a great support to anyone around!"
She listens as he explains the effect of his other ability, settling down on her knees and haunches and tentatively letting him take her hand, taking a breath, both calming but buffering her mind in case the effects are not what she expects. But as contact initiates she finds herself sinking a little bit lower with a relaxed uplifting feeling settling into her gem itself, feeling a bit better from the inside out than she had let herself feel in a good while.
Once again she finds herself fighting off a slight blackish plum blush and let's his hand go, shaking hers out as a human shakes a limb that's fallen asleep. "Umm wow, that feels like more of a full effect of what I felt the first time we shook hands and you helped me up."
Carbide raises her closed hand to her mouth and clears her throat while she surveys the mostly empty boardwalk. "Well... ability wise, mine are a bit harder to showcase without an extreme heat source or a tough fight. To make it short, I can handle some pretty extreme temperatures, pretty much anything the lava fields of a primal planet can dish out, I can handle some pretty extreme pressures as well as a bit of electric current too.
You're such a nice gem that I hope you don't have to see my second ability though, it's the more extreme end of the durability that the blue's developed me for. Normally when a gem gets their bell rung hard enough they'll "poof" and that'll be that. Providing they don't get shattered while they're helpless, we eventually re manifest our form. If I get hurt bad enough, I can hold off a POOF for a few seconds or moments as a last ditch effort. Problem is it makes regeneration harder, the longer I hold off a poof, can even harm my gem itself and frankly it hurts, but it's based on my will power and what I feel for others.. always results in these freaky cracks opening up on my skin that spill light too.... as for my weapon.."
She stands up and with a slight dramatic flair, lifts her poncho and pack up and off letting them sail through the air a few feet into the sand beyond the boardwalk, reaching behind her head with her free hand to her gem, nestled high between her shoulder blades, her brow twitching as she focuses, drawing forth with a combination of magical humming and a metallic clunk, what appears to be a pearly grey and mauve cannon, 17th century style, about 5 feet tall and 6 inches wide at the base, 4 inches at the rim of the muzzle brake, with subtle curves and a pair of offset handles about 11 inches long on opposing sides of the weapon. It settles heavily into her hand and let's it settle it's muzzle into the sand with a heavy thud...
Carbide can barely contain her smile, as if showing off a sports trophy. . "Okay! Okay! I know it's a bit much...but I use it like a colossal night stick, more than I blast stuff I swear.. long darn reload before I can gather the energy to manifest a new hard light shell. Collateral damage can be an issue at times too.."
Carbide performs a giddy little curtsy, giving her choppy iridescent hair a toss, still feeling the lingering effect of Agate's mood enhancing ability, leaning against her weapon planted there like a metallic tree trunk..
She listens as he explains the effect of his other ability, settling down on her knees and haunches and tentatively letting him take her hand, taking a breath, both calming but buffering her mind in case the effects are not what she expects. But as contact initiates she finds herself sinking a little bit lower with a relaxed uplifting feeling settling into her gem itself, feeling a bit better from the inside out than she had let herself feel in a good while.
Once again she finds herself fighting off a slight blackish plum blush and let's his hand go, shaking hers out as a human shakes a limb that's fallen asleep. "Umm wow, that feels like more of a full effect of what I felt the first time we shook hands and you helped me up."
Carbide raises her closed hand to her mouth and clears her throat while she surveys the mostly empty boardwalk. "Well... ability wise, mine are a bit harder to showcase without an extreme heat source or a tough fight. To make it short, I can handle some pretty extreme temperatures, pretty much anything the lava fields of a primal planet can dish out, I can handle some pretty extreme pressures as well as a bit of electric current too.
You're such a nice gem that I hope you don't have to see my second ability though, it's the more extreme end of the durability that the blue's developed me for. Normally when a gem gets their bell rung hard enough they'll "poof" and that'll be that. Providing they don't get shattered while they're helpless, we eventually re manifest our form. If I get hurt bad enough, I can hold off a POOF for a few seconds or moments as a last ditch effort. Problem is it makes regeneration harder, the longer I hold off a poof, can even harm my gem itself and frankly it hurts, but it's based on my will power and what I feel for others.. always results in these freaky cracks opening up on my skin that spill light too.... as for my weapon.."
She stands up and with a slight dramatic flair, lifts her poncho and pack up and off letting them sail through the air a few feet into the sand beyond the boardwalk, reaching behind her head with her free hand to her gem, nestled high between her shoulder blades, her brow twitching as she focuses, drawing forth with a combination of magical humming and a metallic clunk, what appears to be a pearly grey and mauve cannon, 17th century style, about 5 feet tall and 6 inches wide at the base, 4 inches at the rim of the muzzle brake, with subtle curves and a pair of offset handles about 11 inches long on opposing sides of the weapon. It settles heavily into her hand and let's it settle it's muzzle into the sand with a heavy thud...
Carbide can barely contain her smile, as if showing off a sports trophy. . "Okay! Okay! I know it's a bit much...but I use it like a colossal night stick, more than I blast stuff I swear.. long darn reload before I can gather the energy to manifest a new hard light shell. Collateral damage can be an issue at times too.."
Carbide performs a giddy little curtsy, giving her choppy iridescent hair a toss, still feeling the lingering effect of Agate's mood enhancing ability, leaning against her weapon planted there like a metallic tree trunk..