Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2012 12:35:49 GMT -5
((I think I'm reading the gravity rules correctly, but if I can't jump from 10x to 20x, just let me know))
Carmine once again found himself in the Demon Galleon's training room, and once again found himself turning on the gravity. He started himself on the 10x gravity setting, to find that his repairs and modifications had done just what he wanted them to do. He was far more capable of moving around under the added strain than he'd been before.
He did a few warmups - a bit of jogging in place, some calisthenics, some minor shadow boxing - before finally walking over to the gravity switches and turning it up to 20.
Once again he found himself feeling the strain immediately. However, the difference between 10 and 20 was not the difference between 0 and 10. He was almost instantly drawn to his knees, and it took a good deal of effort to bring himself back to a standing position. He knew he'd not be able to train the same way he had before, and had decided that shooting at an imaginary version of what was supposed to be his friend was probably an unhealthy way of dealing with his problems anyway. Instead, he started with the same calisthenics routine he had before - pushups, squats, pullups, bridges, and leg raises - in order to get some preliminary readings on the effects of the gravity.
By the time he was done with the calisthenics, he was considering calling it quits. He'd done enough, he'd gained good data and could make himself better for it. But he refused to even look at the gravity controls. He was doing this for more than science. He was doing this for the good of entire races. He needed to be better, to be stronger, to be faster. He needed to be able to take on evil aliens and demons-gone-wild. Someday he might even need to kill his best friend.
He stepped with loud and heavy footfalls to the weight training racks. He went to sit on a bench to do some bicep curls, but his weight combined with the added gravity and the unforgiving nature of his body snapped the bench in half. He hit the ground and was flat on his back for several moments, half amused and half mortified. He'd definitely felt SOMETHING inside come loose in the fall, and was not looking forward to finding it and fixing it.
He sat up slowly and not without strain, and decided to sit on the floor while doing his curls. Normally he was capable of lifting considerable weight (though he rarely did so, as it put little strain on his system and was mostly only useful for realigning certain systems), but now he was barely capable of the lightest weights they had. He could hear the steel frame of his arms whining against the weight over and over again.
When he decided he'd had enough curls, he slowly stood up and approached the heavier barbell for the purposes of attempting some deadlifts. Even with the lightest weights he was stymied, and finally reduced himself to just lifting the bar itself. Even then, he felt a few joint pins in each knee and all the way up his spine bend and snap. He was going to be limping his way out of here again.
After his fourth deadlift, he put down the bar and sat on the floor again. He closed his eyes, and he attempted to reach his center, attempted to bring himself calm. He found himself in the wilds of his mind, wandering along white sand beaches and dense jungles, feeling - really feeling, not just detecting the sensations of wind and sun on his face, of moisture on his skin, of flavors and smells and sounds. He felt all the beautiful things on this world and all others, and was at peace for a brief moment.
He activated his Limiter Override.
As his systems went into overdrive, he still sat in lotus position, but now he sat straighter, his form more perfect. He used his increased processing speed to focus more on the center of his energy - something he had never believed he had, but had started to be able to feel. He leaned over ever so gracefully and pulled the deadlift bar to himself, and placed it over his shoulders, holding it there as he sat straight. With his Limiter Override it was almost easy, but he could feel the strain becoming so much worse. He knew that if he kept it up, he might just not break - he might die.
But he held out as long as he could. He stayed in his center, in his peaceful inner universe for as long as he could. But his universe started to collapse as his body collapsed. His white sand beaches were set ablaze by an ever-brightening sun as his cooling systems failed. His dense jungles were deforested as his steel frame began to fracture under the weight of the deadlift bar. Finally, he let go of the bar and turned his Limiter back on. He found that he couldn't move his legs, and that only one arm was left mobile.
So he dragged himself over to the gravity switches. It felt like it took years, and sometimes he thought he wouldn't make it, that Ryota would come in and find him destroyed, but finally he managed to shut off the gravity. The weight was lifted, and the error messages began flooding into his consciousness as he rolled over and went into sleep mode.
Carmine once again found himself in the Demon Galleon's training room, and once again found himself turning on the gravity. He started himself on the 10x gravity setting, to find that his repairs and modifications had done just what he wanted them to do. He was far more capable of moving around under the added strain than he'd been before.
He did a few warmups - a bit of jogging in place, some calisthenics, some minor shadow boxing - before finally walking over to the gravity switches and turning it up to 20.
Once again he found himself feeling the strain immediately. However, the difference between 10 and 20 was not the difference between 0 and 10. He was almost instantly drawn to his knees, and it took a good deal of effort to bring himself back to a standing position. He knew he'd not be able to train the same way he had before, and had decided that shooting at an imaginary version of what was supposed to be his friend was probably an unhealthy way of dealing with his problems anyway. Instead, he started with the same calisthenics routine he had before - pushups, squats, pullups, bridges, and leg raises - in order to get some preliminary readings on the effects of the gravity.
By the time he was done with the calisthenics, he was considering calling it quits. He'd done enough, he'd gained good data and could make himself better for it. But he refused to even look at the gravity controls. He was doing this for more than science. He was doing this for the good of entire races. He needed to be better, to be stronger, to be faster. He needed to be able to take on evil aliens and demons-gone-wild. Someday he might even need to kill his best friend.
He stepped with loud and heavy footfalls to the weight training racks. He went to sit on a bench to do some bicep curls, but his weight combined with the added gravity and the unforgiving nature of his body snapped the bench in half. He hit the ground and was flat on his back for several moments, half amused and half mortified. He'd definitely felt SOMETHING inside come loose in the fall, and was not looking forward to finding it and fixing it.
He sat up slowly and not without strain, and decided to sit on the floor while doing his curls. Normally he was capable of lifting considerable weight (though he rarely did so, as it put little strain on his system and was mostly only useful for realigning certain systems), but now he was barely capable of the lightest weights they had. He could hear the steel frame of his arms whining against the weight over and over again.
When he decided he'd had enough curls, he slowly stood up and approached the heavier barbell for the purposes of attempting some deadlifts. Even with the lightest weights he was stymied, and finally reduced himself to just lifting the bar itself. Even then, he felt a few joint pins in each knee and all the way up his spine bend and snap. He was going to be limping his way out of here again.
After his fourth deadlift, he put down the bar and sat on the floor again. He closed his eyes, and he attempted to reach his center, attempted to bring himself calm. He found himself in the wilds of his mind, wandering along white sand beaches and dense jungles, feeling - really feeling, not just detecting the sensations of wind and sun on his face, of moisture on his skin, of flavors and smells and sounds. He felt all the beautiful things on this world and all others, and was at peace for a brief moment.
He activated his Limiter Override.
As his systems went into overdrive, he still sat in lotus position, but now he sat straighter, his form more perfect. He used his increased processing speed to focus more on the center of his energy - something he had never believed he had, but had started to be able to feel. He leaned over ever so gracefully and pulled the deadlift bar to himself, and placed it over his shoulders, holding it there as he sat straight. With his Limiter Override it was almost easy, but he could feel the strain becoming so much worse. He knew that if he kept it up, he might just not break - he might die.
But he held out as long as he could. He stayed in his center, in his peaceful inner universe for as long as he could. But his universe started to collapse as his body collapsed. His white sand beaches were set ablaze by an ever-brightening sun as his cooling systems failed. His dense jungles were deforested as his steel frame began to fracture under the weight of the deadlift bar. Finally, he let go of the bar and turned his Limiter back on. He found that he couldn't move his legs, and that only one arm was left mobile.
So he dragged himself over to the gravity switches. It felt like it took years, and sometimes he thought he wouldn't make it, that Ryota would come in and find him destroyed, but finally he managed to shut off the gravity. The weight was lifted, and the error messages began flooding into his consciousness as he rolled over and went into sleep mode.
