[ Overwarm water splashed over the sidewalk as the car swerved from the clotted highway onto the left shoulder, merging into the passing lane. It was night, and Drift was barrelling through E-23b only faster than anyone could call in a speeding violation. Streetlights raced over his roof like pale fingers carding through a dark scalp. Red and blue flashes in the peripheral before they flooded the rearview.
On a dark, cramped road that opens up from under a smog-choked underpass, Drift gunned the engine on a hail mary. The tires fishtail, and the vehicle nearly tailspin into the guardrail but avoided a collision by a heartbeat.
Faster —
— and faster —
Patrol cars hemorrhage around every corner, with armed men glaring over the beam of their flashlights spilling out.
"Freeze!" Then — Something spooks the one officer with the flashlight and gun shaking in both hands.
Hydraulics hiss and pop around Yennefer as the car she rode in on jerks and shifts. Hydraulics exhale, and parts reform as something massive twists and jerks itself into sorts over Yennefer like the jerking, enveloping tent over an anemone covering both kin and prey alike.
Drift drops to all fours, arms on either side of Yennefer like pillars of a fortress, and roars something fierce and all too animalistic but all too human in its guttural delivery. He wasn't just large. He was at full height of over seven meters. Posturing there, snarling like some apocalypse portend to block out the sun before —]
Pause!
[ Bullets freeze, the stars shutter and Drift slinks off to one side. The simulation of their mission on E-23b is momentarily paused, but Drift is clearly anxious about something. ]
[ It's the adrenaline that overwrites every other sensation — the place where chaos thrives, where Yennefer gives herself over to pure instinct and what she can draw on in this world. This won't be exactly like a mission, though, for her; here on the station, she can only channel to half her capabilities, but she needs even less for a scenario like this one.
She has a plan in her head already, one formulating even before Drift screeches to a stop with the accompanying smell of burning rubber against the hard pavement — and it involves redirecting those weapons pointed at them elsewhere, potentially even at the other officers who have unholstered their guns.
The vehicle shifts around her, frame changing and forming into a different shape even while she remains mostly shielded, still protected by hard metal that rearranges itself into something wholly new; she doesn't need to do anything other than stand still, letting Drift cover her, but she does begin to let herself channel, fingers twitching at one side, the awareness of the air around them and how to maneuver it starting to coalesce —
— and then he pauses the simulation altogether, leaving the figures frozen in their stance and fear, and shifts away from her. ]
You said you wanted this to be as real as an actual mission would be, didn't you?
[ Complete with a don't be ridiculous look that she leverages at him, pressing her lips together. ]
Can you actually achieve it here, on the station like this?
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On a dark, cramped road that opens up from under a smog-choked underpass, Drift gunned the engine on a hail mary. The tires fishtail, and the vehicle nearly tailspin into the guardrail but avoided a collision by a heartbeat.
Faster —
— and faster —
Patrol cars hemorrhage around every corner, with armed men glaring over the beam of their flashlights spilling out.
"Freeze!" Then — Something spooks the one officer with the flashlight and gun shaking in both hands.
Hydraulics hiss and pop around Yennefer as the car she rode in on jerks and shifts. Hydraulics exhale, and parts reform as something massive twists and jerks itself into sorts over Yennefer like the jerking, enveloping tent over an anemone covering both kin and prey alike.
Drift drops to all fours, arms on either side of Yennefer like pillars of a fortress, and roars something fierce and all too animalistic but all too human in its guttural delivery. He wasn't just large. He was at full height of over seven meters. Posturing there, snarling like some apocalypse portend to block out the sun before —]
Pause!
[ Bullets freeze, the stars shutter and Drift slinks off to one side. The simulation of their mission on E-23b is momentarily paused, but Drift is clearly anxious about something. ]
I actually, uh, [ If he could flush he would ]
Are you alright with my "actual" height?
no subject
She has a plan in her head already, one formulating even before Drift screeches to a stop with the accompanying smell of burning rubber against the hard pavement — and it involves redirecting those weapons pointed at them elsewhere, potentially even at the other officers who have unholstered their guns.
The vehicle shifts around her, frame changing and forming into a different shape even while she remains mostly shielded, still protected by hard metal that rearranges itself into something wholly new; she doesn't need to do anything other than stand still, letting Drift cover her, but she does begin to let herself channel, fingers twitching at one side, the awareness of the air around them and how to maneuver it starting to coalesce —
— and then he pauses the simulation altogether, leaving the figures frozen in their stance and fear, and shifts away from her. ]
You said you wanted this to be as real as an actual mission would be, didn't you?
[ Complete with a don't be ridiculous look that she leverages at him, pressing her lips together. ]
Can you actually achieve it here, on the station like this?