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Thank you for reading, and hope you enjoyed! I'm taking a break from Mettle for now, but I do have some other works on SB/SV like Twinnings and my current project, Cutting Ties. After I'm done with Cutting Ties, I'll be resuming work on everything else.
4.6
“Ossia, over here,” Acumen said, tossing her head in the direction of a specific bit of rubble. “You can make that piece of rubble light, move it, and the rest won’t collapse.”
Her eyes glimpsed at things, blinking, opening, looking everywhere. They peered through the rubble. I didn’t...
4.5
In my dreams, I was in the classroom again, watching as the windows shattered, throwing the shards into the room. I watched the rest of the class, I saw that girl’s hand in exacting detail, because I was looking down at it. Flensed, I could see the bone beneath, the muscles twitching as I...
4.4
Math class was interrupted by the classroom lightly shaking.
I heard and felt the rumble; people around me cringed, and Mr. Quinlan stopped talking about polynomials. Then, there was a sequence of noises, some of them sounded like static, others sounded— like grenades? Shit...
It's more of a working relationship rather than a 'work for or I torture and kill you' relationship between tt/coil. Favors for favors, etc. Accord is on roughly okay terms with Coil, they both have goals that align with one another.
4.Y
Sarah Livsley hated waking up. It was hard enough to fall asleep as it was. The first moments, when she stopped dreaming, and her power kicked in, those were the worst.
Room unchanged, isolation, silk sheets, thousand threads per inch, waterbed, no additional stresses, personal weight...
4.X
Everything that she did, wasn’t her fault. It had been the result of other people, forcing her into it. She wasn’t responsible for what happened, because it was their fault. The test was ridiculous. Everything was ridiculous, and the teacher had hated her. She didn’t have a choice.
It...
Thank you.
Some people are better off, some people aren't doing so well. I like Bitch, and it's unfortunate, but some things happened. If it's any consolation, she's doing just fine in Twinning(s).
4.3
I could hear Night, skittering, scrabbling at the ground, leaping at me. I backhanded her without looking at her, because I was pretty sure she could survive it if I hit her with full force in that form. My arm sheared through her, with a crackling, squishy noise that I could almost feel...
4.2
I had never really thought about myself as stylish. However, that’s how I looked, standing in front of the mirror with my full costume on. Fuck you, Sophia. I look amazing. The sword was wrapped in the scarf, and it even served as an impromptu handguard, should it be needed.
The things...
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You are of course, free to copy-paste this into word/docs/whatevs, then hit ctrl-f for instances of Ossia, and replace it with the word of your choice before reading. Whether that is Templar, Gary-Motherfucking-Oak, or any number of other options.
4.1
The days did not pass like water. They were harsh, painful, and fun, but at the end of each day, I could look back and say ‘wow, that time passed fast’. They blurred together, but everything blurred together with my ability. The outer layer of my armor was a foot and a half thick steel...
3.12
Dragon attempted to start a conversation a few times in the car, and I didn’t really reciprocate. I just made my excuses and mild noises of agreement.
We arrived at the bunker, and went inside. As I got out, I decided it was now or never, and started on the awkward topic of telling your...
3.11
Mom was always nice. Firm, but nice. She said no, and she meant it. When I cried, it didn’t mean a thing. I appreciate that, now. She didn’t do anything bad, just didn’t respond to me when I threw a tantrum, and if I did it in public, we went home, immediately. Dad’s frustration had...
3.Z
Dragon was rarely what one could describe as panicked. There were too many safeguards for that, the subroutines that ran her emotions, the things she’d helped to program for herself-
Because she wanted to feel. She wanted to live, to see how humans did it. They were fickle, limited...
Which part of the leap of logic? She makes a few.
Mostly, it goes:
Hear about implants→See vision→Don't understand emotions in vision→Don't understand vision, compare to Sophia→Is something more wrong with Dragon than Sophia?→Did her Dad do that to her?→Is it because of invasive...
3.10
Can self modify, can’t work around rules. Have to improvise. Everything done takes a piece out of somewhere else. Mancatcher is more independent by the day, and can’t reel her in. His installation of a positive feedback mechanism, she didn’t have to abide by as many laws-
I looked away...