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crux_fleet2014-02-04 02:07 am
kingtyrantranger) wrote in crux_fleet2014-02-04 02:07 am
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Even at night, the city lived.
Jason had waited for the artificial sun to set, feeling the chill as the weather control slowly lowered the temperature to simulate 'night'. Honestly, if he hadn't known better, Jason might have thought he was watching a real sunset, and that stars above him came from a real sky, not a... hologram, or whatever that was up there. He'd asked and the best answer they gave him was that the ceiling was covered in giant TV screens, offering a view of the space around them. Like that was the most normal thing in the world.
You put on red spandex and fight size-changing monsters created by a witch on the moon. I don't think you get to talk about 'weird'.
Now that it was night, traffic was starting to die down. At least in the area near their temporary housing. Some sweatpants and a loose shirt weren't hard to convince that fabricator thing in his room to spit out, and as soon as he had them his shoes were slapping against the pavement. Billy, maybe Trini, they could've figured this out quickly enough. Jason had no illusions about being on their level, though, and so he ran to clear his head.
It took a while, but he was going at it hard and fast and even Jason's supply of energy wore out once in a while. He slowed to a stop and wiped some of the sweat off of his forehead. Then, finally noticing the spot he was in, he took a few steps towards the edge and laid a hand on the railing. He stood on a bit of an outcropping, looking over a part of the city. Lights glimmered as far as he could see, from the brilliant colors of the Colosseum to the serpentine movements of traffic to the flickering lights. A sixty-mile ship with five hundred thousand people in it. And he was alone, with the others either still in the hospital or, hopefully, at home. At least he still had his power, he could still generate his Power Crystal, but that was a small condolence for the rest of this mess.
"Man. What did I even get dragged into?" His breathing finally slowed a bit and he placed both hands on the rail, just... absorbing it all.
Jason had waited for the artificial sun to set, feeling the chill as the weather control slowly lowered the temperature to simulate 'night'. Honestly, if he hadn't known better, Jason might have thought he was watching a real sunset, and that stars above him came from a real sky, not a... hologram, or whatever that was up there. He'd asked and the best answer they gave him was that the ceiling was covered in giant TV screens, offering a view of the space around them. Like that was the most normal thing in the world.
You put on red spandex and fight size-changing monsters created by a witch on the moon. I don't think you get to talk about 'weird'.
Now that it was night, traffic was starting to die down. At least in the area near their temporary housing. Some sweatpants and a loose shirt weren't hard to convince that fabricator thing in his room to spit out, and as soon as he had them his shoes were slapping against the pavement. Billy, maybe Trini, they could've figured this out quickly enough. Jason had no illusions about being on their level, though, and so he ran to clear his head.
It took a while, but he was going at it hard and fast and even Jason's supply of energy wore out once in a while. He slowed to a stop and wiped some of the sweat off of his forehead. Then, finally noticing the spot he was in, he took a few steps towards the edge and laid a hand on the railing. He stood on a bit of an outcropping, looking over a part of the city. Lights glimmered as far as he could see, from the brilliant colors of the Colosseum to the serpentine movements of traffic to the flickering lights. A sixty-mile ship with five hundred thousand people in it. And he was alone, with the others either still in the hospital or, hopefully, at home. At least he still had his power, he could still generate his Power Crystal, but that was a small condolence for the rest of this mess.
"Man. What did I even get dragged into?" His breathing finally slowed a bit and he placed both hands on the rail, just... absorbing it all.