05-27-2017, 04:41 AM
Chakravartin took in the new 'verse' with mild interest. He supposed it was preferable to the Nexus.
The most pressing question was: Could he fly?
The answer: No.
He was always, consistently, aware of the state of his body. And he was just as much in control. He could change the shape, just as he always could, but it was slow, clunky, his protean biomass flowed and took shape like molasses, instead of water, since he first arrived in the Omniverse.
But even so, he could still not fly. He could float- a little, but it required far more concentration and attention that walking. It was only in small amounts- the Palace Hands alone, that his body could truly fly.
It... hurt.
Appa's expert movements through the rings of fire only served to remind him of the ability he had lost, while also dragging up new questions. Why could he fly here, but not in the Nexus? Was there just... not enough air? The whim of Omni?
Either way, his attention was distracted from their flight by the world below. The forests were uninteresting, but the occasional village mixed between had more significance to him. There was civilization here, and going by the materials used to make the houses alone, Chakravartin wondered how Camelot could even begin to stand on the same ground as Coruscant. To these people, a beam sword isn't a primitive toy, it would be far superior to their own swords, able to shred their armor without a thought.
How had the people of Camelot made conflict with their technological superiors, and not gotten crushed?
Perhaps he would find worthy warriors here after all.
Aang continued his tricks through the air, showing off both his mastery of fire, his skill in guiding Appa, and Appa himself. Lysandra whooped and cheered, when she wasn't screaming in fear from a sudden drop, and Chakravartin found another fruit.
He was ready to see what Camelot had to offer.
The most pressing question was: Could he fly?
The answer: No.
He was always, consistently, aware of the state of his body. And he was just as much in control. He could change the shape, just as he always could, but it was slow, clunky, his protean biomass flowed and took shape like molasses, instead of water, since he first arrived in the Omniverse.
But even so, he could still not fly. He could float- a little, but it required far more concentration and attention that walking. It was only in small amounts- the Palace Hands alone, that his body could truly fly.
It... hurt.
Appa's expert movements through the rings of fire only served to remind him of the ability he had lost, while also dragging up new questions. Why could he fly here, but not in the Nexus? Was there just... not enough air? The whim of Omni?
Either way, his attention was distracted from their flight by the world below. The forests were uninteresting, but the occasional village mixed between had more significance to him. There was civilization here, and going by the materials used to make the houses alone, Chakravartin wondered how Camelot could even begin to stand on the same ground as Coruscant. To these people, a beam sword isn't a primitive toy, it would be far superior to their own swords, able to shred their armor without a thought.
How had the people of Camelot made conflict with their technological superiors, and not gotten crushed?
Perhaps he would find worthy warriors here after all.
Aang continued his tricks through the air, showing off both his mastery of fire, his skill in guiding Appa, and Appa himself. Lysandra whooped and cheered, when she wasn't screaming in fear from a sudden drop, and Chakravartin found another fruit.
He was ready to see what Camelot had to offer.
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