Seventeenth Drift

[driftingpersona]

*Julius is standing on the outside of ID1 in a normal suit with magnetic boots staring at the stars. He is next to a block of ice latched to the side of the station that he has started chiseling, though it seems halfheartedly. There are a number of other blocks of ice arranged in a quite organized fashion, though they look absolutely untouched.

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[silveracecyborg]

*Subaru's peeking over your shoulder, Julius. She doesn't even need a normal suit.*

Watcha' doin'?

1/2

[driftingpersona]

*Julius is rather shocked by this initially.*

GAH!?

2/2

[driftingpersona]

Subaru, please don't sneak up on me. I might have... punched you or...

*He thinks about who he is talking to.*

For my health, please don't do that again.

*He looks at the ice statue.*

Carving ice... and thinking about what happened yesterday... with the anti-spiral.

[silveracecyborg]

Carving ice? And thinking about the stuff with that thing?

*Frankly both sound like they have stories behind them... and she can't decide which one she wants to ask about first.*

[driftingpersona]

Yep. Carving ice. And thinking about being given phenomenal cosmic power.

[silveracecyborg]

How'd that feel, incidentally? It's not every day people can throw around galaxies.

[driftingpersona]

Amazingly, that was the least of our capabilities. I was able to make myself smaller than it should be physically possible to be and bend time such that it flowed back in on itself.

I... if I wanted to... I am not sure there was a limit on what I could accomplish. It's a... harrowing but also humbling thought.