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coprime_recs) wrote2006-06-22 11:59 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2006-06-22 11:59 pm
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Static Shock: Sunset by Mouse
Sunset (Virgil/Richie | R | 6,967 words): Richie and the difficulties of being a super genius. It's a nice look at Richie, what it means to be him, and who Virgil is for him. And, hee, I adore Virgil here.
Excerpt:
"Where you gonna go, huh?" Virgil asked, also grinning. He took a quick step to the side as Richie tried to fake him out, failing horribly at it. "I know your game, man. Nothing you can do."
"You never know," Richie said, bouncing the ball in an easy game of keep-away. "I might surprise you yet. I've got some moves you don't know."
"You think so?" Virgil was as close as he could be without fouling. Richie could feel his breath on his face. "That's cool, bro, 'cuz I like surprises. And I like any move you make."
The phrasing struck Richie as odd. He couldn't put his finger on what Virgil was alluding to, but he suspected it had nothing to do with basketball. His brain had an idea about it, but he quickly rejected it, dismissing it as too improbable. Deciding that Virgil was probably just trying to psyche him out, Richie grinned and jumped backwards.
There was a clear shot to the hoop, but it was a good ways off. In the few seconds it took Richie to jump into the air once more, he calculated several parabolic equations, taking into account the weight of the basketball, the angle of the shot, and how much force he'd need to put behind it. What came as instinct to professional players was simply science to him and, with a smug look on his face, he released the ball at the height of his jump, knowing without a doubt it would go right where he wanted it. Sure enough, it whooshed right in, not even touching the rim.
"Nothing but net!" Omar crowed and Richie heard vague applause from the sidelines.
Virgil was shaking his head, but smiling. "That is so cheating."
Excerpt:
"Where you gonna go, huh?" Virgil asked, also grinning. He took a quick step to the side as Richie tried to fake him out, failing horribly at it. "I know your game, man. Nothing you can do."
"You never know," Richie said, bouncing the ball in an easy game of keep-away. "I might surprise you yet. I've got some moves you don't know."
"You think so?" Virgil was as close as he could be without fouling. Richie could feel his breath on his face. "That's cool, bro, 'cuz I like surprises. And I like any move you make."
The phrasing struck Richie as odd. He couldn't put his finger on what Virgil was alluding to, but he suspected it had nothing to do with basketball. His brain had an idea about it, but he quickly rejected it, dismissing it as too improbable. Deciding that Virgil was probably just trying to psyche him out, Richie grinned and jumped backwards.
There was a clear shot to the hoop, but it was a good ways off. In the few seconds it took Richie to jump into the air once more, he calculated several parabolic equations, taking into account the weight of the basketball, the angle of the shot, and how much force he'd need to put behind it. What came as instinct to professional players was simply science to him and, with a smug look on his face, he released the ball at the height of his jump, knowing without a doubt it would go right where he wanted it. Sure enough, it whooshed right in, not even touching the rim.
"Nothing but net!" Omar crowed and Richie heard vague applause from the sidelines.
Virgil was shaking his head, but smiling. "That is so cheating."