《Polyrhythm Time -- A Bard's Tail》1.25-Sounds good
Advertisement
On day 20 PT, that’s Post Transition for the slow ones in back, the hedge witch in the corner reminds me to work on my Audiomancy as well. Fortunately, magic comes with a tutorial, and my teacher, Sergeant Pepper, says the first thing I’m supposed to work on is detecting the sound waves in the air.
Takes me no time at all to start drumming, and I start working on finding the sound waves. It’s easier than I thought. Turns out echolocation gives me a big advantage there, and my ginormous egantic radar ‘hawk provides massive help there as well. In my first 2 hour session, I’m close. I don't have the luxury to just play drums if I want to survive. So after a round of echolocation where I don’t have the brainpower to look for sound waves, I do a couple hours of escrima all over the Kung Fu stickman I've named Ai Stick Eu. Then, after only a few minutes in my second magic practice session, I find the sound waves. It takes audiomancy to power the thing, but I can “see” sound.
Lesson two from Sarge is about moving sound waves. Making sound barriers that prevent the sound from traveling through. Sarge is theorycrafting but I’m not paying much attention. This is just an acoustics review. We did this in my masters program. The math was harder back then.
Six hours of magic drumming with Pep, a couple hours of echolocation, and six more hours of Escrima practice under that sadistic Phuc, and I’m drained. Not just thaumically out of energy, but mentally beat like a redheaded stepchild. I remember that the Christmas Tree told me that magic eats thaums like hyenas eat ass. And donkeys are one of their favorite foods.
Anyhow, I need like 4 hours of drumming to be back to alive and alert before the monkeys return. I can finally echo with my eyes open. It’s only a little screwy. In front of me, my much more practiced eyes dominate my echolocation much like my left eye dominates my right. But behind me, it’s like magic. The ghost realm of fuzzy shapes that are within a couple inches of the right position are there. I can move around and tell how close I am to the pole behind me without looking. Twirl like a schoolgirl, stagger around, and then turn on echolocation, and I can “see” behind me.
Advertisement
Coolest trick was when I started throwing sticks up in the air, looking down, and I could tell which ones were gonna land on me. I can’t quite catch them as they come down, but I can dodge. And the enhanced agility makes it so I am a lot closer to catching them than when they kicked me off the JV hoops team for fumbling too many passes.
Prepping for the little shits, I drop all my sticks in my pockets. A dozen drumsticks, 10 escrima sticks, a few mallets, and even my triangle and cowbell are there. I consider disassembling a couple cymbal stands, to make long sharpish sticks. But eventually I decide against it. Instead I spend another 2 thaums getting a selection of sports equipment. There’s a hockey stick, a lacrosse stick, and a pool cue. There’s a cricket bat, a baseball bat, 2 golf clubs and two racquets for different games. There’s even a couple mallets for croquet and polo, and a curling broom.
Thought about getting some martial arts staff, or a sword or shield, but I don’t know how to use ‘em, and I’d just as soon not stab my own kidney out.
I asked Alec Sander the Grape whether I can just nail them with balls from a distance, and he said something about momentum and kinetic energy not working the same way on this side of the dimensional divide. You have to throw harder, not just faster, whatever that means. Might work as a distraction or annoyance though. Getting hit by a ball going 50 would suck, and even if I’d rather it felt like a speed of 150, it still gets there that fast, so there’s not a lot of time to dodge.
My magic isn’t good enough to do anything with yet. I wish it was, but I’m barely able to find the sound waves, much less do anything tricky. Hope my week of practicing escrima and echolocation keeps me alive.
Advertisement
- In Serial78 Chapters
The Demon Lord’s Successor
You are summoned to become the Demon Lord's Successor. What will you do with these new powers and responsibilities? Re-post from scribblehub where the readers vote on MC's actions. Can participate there or just read the story here as it slowly catches up. Discord Channel
8 207 - In Serial9 Chapters
Ascendance: A Tower Story
Michael Mora's world is changed one day when a mysterious wave imparts every human being with a seed of truth. In the wake of its passing, the laws of his universe are rewritten to incorporate a form of energy. This new force empowers life and lets being bend the old laws to their whims. Monsters spawn from this energy, spatial rifts open, and the towers rise. The wake of the imparting visions shook the world to its foundations and as the nations are focused on recovering from the crisis, Michael needs to master his truth and conquer the tower. It's a magical arms race with humanity off to a slow start.
8 76 - In Serial14 Chapters
Immortal Protector
The Western European Federation (WEF) is a massive country plagued by poverty, crime, crooked politicians. The weirdest threat however, are hungry vampires living among the populace. Nazril Fabri is a turned vampire in his early one hundreds making his money with cage fights hosted in Amsterdam. His life changes when he saves Hans Julians, the son of the minister of defense, from an evil vampire. on hiatus. Focusing on actually finishing the story now. Unsure if I wanna keep posting on here once its all done. This story also has three shifting first person POV's, so be warned if that is your pet peeve.
8 247 - In Serial27 Chapters
Hood Nigga Intentions
He that hood nigga that bumps you, looks back,bites his bottom lip, then says "sorry ma".. and you melt on the spot like a hershey bar under the summer sun. But little did you know, he had problems...
8 181 - In Serial546 Chapters
Free Lances
"All right, boys and girls, quit sucking your ma's teats. It's high time we bloody earn our paychecks!" Born in times of turmoil, orphaned at a young age, and raised amongst rowdy sellswords, young Reinhardt Edelstein joined the mercenary trade as well when he grew up. When misfortune finally caught up with them, and the mercenary company he had been part of fell into an ambush and was decimated, he survived by chance, along with a few others. Then he found the baton of responsibility passed on to his hand, as the adopted nephew of the late captain. Stuck behind enemy lines, with only the tattered remnants of the once proud company around him, he strived to do his best, to rebuild the company to its former glory... Should they survive the current conflict. Would he succeed in etching his name in the annals of history? Or would he end up as a mere footnote instead? Only time will tell… Chapters will range from 1-2k words, scheduled for release every day from Monday to Friday. --------------------------------------- Expect: -War, with little to no punches pulled. -Army building -Tragedies, and dark Comedy/gallows humor. -Occasional action Do not expect: -Much in terms of romance -Much politics, barring passing views and mentions -A lighthearted tale. This story will not play nice. Any comments, reviews, and criticism will be much appreciated. And thank you for reading. --------------------------------------- This story is my original work and only posted on the Royal Road and Scribblehub websites. If you should find this story elsewhere or under another name, please let me know. Also please don't be too hard on me when I make occasional grammatical mistakes, English is my third language after all. XD Edit suggestions are very welcome though. READ UP TO 25 CHAPTERS AHEAD ON MY PATREON AT https://www.patreon.com/Avitue
8 383 - In Serial15 Chapters
Remember Me... Please
A Tfa Ratchet x Reader (I'm gonna do this cause there's not nearly enough ratchet content) Cold. It was cold. It was neither consuming black or clinging white. It was just quiet. Peaceful. You were drawn forward, but suddenly yanked back with burning adrenaline. You screamed out only to be silent.(completed)
8 159

