Or, possibly, something more subtle, such as magic.
"What's this?" she muses, gently taking hold of the scruff of Zed's neck - or rather, his suit - and lifting him to dangle four feet above the ground, gazing at him curiously, then a penetrating glance at Nita and Goldy. "What happened, Chief? Did you trip on your wounded pride?"
"You can get up, K. He's not going anywhere. Get a stretcher, some Gatorade, and a Diazepam drip. Just in case."
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Date: 2008-07-16 04:46 am (UTC)On top of K.
She's not quite sure what caused it - sudden back spasm, or the kid with the strange glossolalia?
A massive back catalog of potential superpowers opens up in her mind, lovingly maintained and frequently referenced.
Density manipulation?
Energy projection?
Psionic blasts?
Concussive beams, gravity manipulation, mesmerization, eyeball lasers, paralytic venom blasters?
Or, possibly, something more subtle, such as magic.
"What's this?" she muses, gently taking hold of the scruff of Zed's neck - or rather, his suit - and lifting him to dangle four feet above the ground, gazing at him curiously, then a penetrating glance at Nita and Goldy. "What happened, Chief? Did you trip on your wounded pride?"
"You can get up, K. He's not going anywhere. Get a stretcher, some Gatorade, and a Diazepam drip. Just in case."