The War with the Gale (Training Thread, Private, inv only)
Apr 10, 2017 12:43:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2017 12:43:32 GMT -7
40/50 B rank
Shiki took in another deep breath and felt the thickness of the powder in the air. Shiki started thinking about what could the wall be made of for him to not have any sort of static field around it. Shiki knew that most volcanic rocks were laden with some amount of electromagnetic charge in them. Normally Shiki could think of the normal form of the static field that typically was laden inside the stone. How the static field was shift and dance across the fields on his blood limit in this darkness. But for whatever reason this rock wall did not have that laden charge.
Shiki could only assume then that the stone was made out of sedimentary or metamorphic rocks. Shiki took in another scent. Events seemed to be moving a lot slower for a very long time as his mind tried to process the small bits of information. The smell was distinct somewhere, tied to a memory that was locked away inside of his head. That's how Shiki's mind worked. Information wasn't just etched on some wall in his mind where he rushed to when he needed information. But all his information was made through some sort of sensory imprinting.
Sensory imprinting was the formation of information inside of parcels of memories. Smells to Shiki brought more information to his mind the just recollection where the stone came from. There was something in the faint powder in the air that brought Shiki back to his younger days growing up in the orphanage. Short flashes of him by the edge of a creek as he watched the cold water trickle down from the melting mountain snow from the peaks of the great cliffs of Kumogakure. As the cold water made it way down the mountain it carried the dirt and stone from the cliffs.
This movement through the sediment and soil would eventually be filtered as it passed through the pebbles and river stones that ran near the caldera town of Kumogakure. Shiki saw visions of bright green plants growing up in the stony cracks and the bright foliage on the side of the sediment covered streams across the river bank. Shiki knew there were differences between the scents. The green piney scents that came off the milk thistle plants growing, the smell of newly growing grass on the banks of the river. The smell of the pine trees that cast their lingering scents across the floor.
Shiki struggled through the scents of his memory trying to find what exactly he was dealing with. Pushing past the smells of pine needles and the natural rotting death of the plant life on the ground underneath him. Shiki remembered the feeling of the small and smooth river stones that he would hold in his hands as he would skip them across the running surface of the water. Shiki rubbed his fingers across the smooth stone and recalled the noise the stone would make as it skipped across the river. It's made of river stone... The wall is made or riverstone.
Shiki took in another deep breath and felt the thickness of the powder in the air. Shiki started thinking about what could the wall be made of for him to not have any sort of static field around it. Shiki knew that most volcanic rocks were laden with some amount of electromagnetic charge in them. Normally Shiki could think of the normal form of the static field that typically was laden inside the stone. How the static field was shift and dance across the fields on his blood limit in this darkness. But for whatever reason this rock wall did not have that laden charge.
Shiki could only assume then that the stone was made out of sedimentary or metamorphic rocks. Shiki took in another scent. Events seemed to be moving a lot slower for a very long time as his mind tried to process the small bits of information. The smell was distinct somewhere, tied to a memory that was locked away inside of his head. That's how Shiki's mind worked. Information wasn't just etched on some wall in his mind where he rushed to when he needed information. But all his information was made through some sort of sensory imprinting.
Sensory imprinting was the formation of information inside of parcels of memories. Smells to Shiki brought more information to his mind the just recollection where the stone came from. There was something in the faint powder in the air that brought Shiki back to his younger days growing up in the orphanage. Short flashes of him by the edge of a creek as he watched the cold water trickle down from the melting mountain snow from the peaks of the great cliffs of Kumogakure. As the cold water made it way down the mountain it carried the dirt and stone from the cliffs.
This movement through the sediment and soil would eventually be filtered as it passed through the pebbles and river stones that ran near the caldera town of Kumogakure. Shiki saw visions of bright green plants growing up in the stony cracks and the bright foliage on the side of the sediment covered streams across the river bank. Shiki knew there were differences between the scents. The green piney scents that came off the milk thistle plants growing, the smell of newly growing grass on the banks of the river. The smell of the pine trees that cast their lingering scents across the floor.
Shiki struggled through the scents of his memory trying to find what exactly he was dealing with. Pushing past the smells of pine needles and the natural rotting death of the plant life on the ground underneath him. Shiki remembered the feeling of the small and smooth river stones that he would hold in his hands as he would skip them across the running surface of the water. Shiki rubbed his fingers across the smooth stone and recalled the noise the stone would make as it skipped across the river. It's made of river stone... The wall is made or riverstone.