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The Least Common Denominator LVIII.I Coefficient
I have no idea what I'm doing.Well, I did, but I sure as hell wasn't confident in whatever half-baked plan my brain would ever come up with. While the logical part of me gave me some assurances in terms of probabilities and such, the pessimistic part of my brain would never stop nagging me about that one critical part that could end up causing a catastrophic failure. Then again, when had I ever not thought about the possibility of failure in every single thing I've done? That was just the way my depressed brain worked, I guess; making me a nervous wreck most of the time. Would it have helped if I actually had some semblance of positivity in me? Probably.Unfortunately, I was pretty fucking stubborn in terms of refusing to change."So, are we all in agreement?"In the grand scheme of things, my strange obsession about m
The Least Common Denominator LVIII.II Coefficient
I say that we're gonna let this place rock, but for all intents and purposes, it was kind of a lame thing to say now that I thought about it. I was letting my weeb side come out again; not to mention that my entire fighting style was blatantly ripped off of a character action game, as well as my weapons for that matter. To everyone else, I was the antithesis of a focused warrior; an ADHD-driven maniac with too many weapons on her back. In my mind, however, I just knew that I was accumulating an ungodly amount of cringe energy the more I think about these things.The weird and outright frightful stares weren't helping it either."Stick close, yeah?" I whispered as I navigated us towards our target. "They're probably still trying to find the right place to really kick the distraction off.""I know, Sis..." Livia whispered back. "I'll follow your lead
The Least Common Denominator LVIII.III Coefficient
Minutes passed. Then an hour, and yet the tension was still as palpable as a massive tumor as Livia and I waited for the Addends to disappear. While our view of the compound was somewhat obscured by the fact that we had to hide still, what little information we did get was more than enough for us to know that the time was not yet at hand at all. The rooftop we were waiting on was somewhat built to our favor, at least; a door leading inside the building closed by the side as an array of boxes littered the place. That and the smell of dried fish permeated the air to the point that it honestly felt like I was at a wet market. To be honest, it was kind of nostalgic. But to reiterate, the place was a perfect vantage point for us as we crouched behind a stack of boxes that reeked of salt and the sea. I'd guess this was a dried f
The Least Common Denominator LVIII.IV Coefficient
"Sorry, Livia..."To think that my sister had such a weak stomach that she had wretched instantly as soon as the fish touched her tongue... It was kind of embarrassing if I was really thinking about it. But since this was Livia, then I guess I was just in the wrong for forcing her to eat the damn thing in the first place."I-it's not- UGGhhgEeghehhsg..."With another retch, Livia liberally painted the floor of the rooftop with her vomit as I rubbed her back and held her hair up for her. It was bad enough that I caused this to happen to her. It was the least I could do to make it up to her."UUGHGhehg...."My sister's pained heaves filtered through the air as I winced with how chunky that last one sounded. It absolutely sounded like she was vomiting her organs out with how hard her stomach wa
The Least Common Denominator LIX.I Cubed Root
"Time~ Old dry winds go by~ Lone air comes quietly~"The monotony of idleness was something that was rarely truly appreciated, in my opinion. Usually taken for granted or practically ignored in favor of work or other responsibilities, the act of doing absolutely nothing and simply basking in the quiet ambiance of your surroundings was kind of relaxing in terms of destressing. Granted, you'd have to be able to forget or ignore the pressing matters of whatever work you're currently putting off or the impending demise of your entire species, but otherwise, it was an entirely valid way to waste your life away without feeling like complete shit."Time~ Old dry winds go by~ Uncertain space~ you~ need~ to fill in~"It was nostalgic, in a sense; just leaning on a wooden crate with my ass on the ground, sitting beside someone you really care about as you bo
The Least Common Denominator LIX.II Cubed Root
With a careful aim, the stone arced through the air as it flew towards its target. Truth be told, I was fucking nervous. I was never the best thrower of things even back in the old world. Maybe, at best, I'd hit their armor and that'll be enough. But knowing just how bad I was at this, I could only expect the worst in terms of how things would play out.*ping...*I winced as my projectile made contact with the guard's armor. Based on how faint the impact sounded on top of not even eliciting some sort of reaction, I could only imagine that the damn Decimal didn't even feel the damn thing make an impact on his suit of armor. But then, shouldn't they hear it at least?I kept my eyes peeled as the Decimal visibly looked around the area before their helmeted face slowly locked onto my general direction. Kneeling down and picking up the rock that I just
The Least Common Denominator LIX.III Cubed Root
The road to hell felt exactly the way as I remembered it being despite the location being wholly different. With the heat emanating from the Furnace proper permeating the air, beads of sweat started running down my back the deeper Livia and I went towards our destination. With the torches still unlit, I doubled as our light source as my hand glowed a fiery orange. It was a small price to pay in terms of slowly sapping my stamina, but it was practically a necessity when descending down a flight of stairs as foreboding as this one was. Illuminating our way, I took point as Livia trailed closely behind me, her sword at the ready despite the likelihood of enemies appearing in this place being effectively nil.And that was something that has been bugging me for a while now. With the lack of personnel even at the main compound, I could only assume that there would be nobody even guarding the Furnace at this poi
The Least Common Denominator LX.I Logarithm
Was it bad that I was practically used to death? On top of yearning for it on a daily basis back in the old world, my job made it practically a necessity for me to tune out the possibility of death and decay for all of my then-patients. The concept of mortality and morbidity was intricately connected to the concept of death, and being a doctor, telling people how much longer they had left to live was both cathartic and draining for both myself and my patients. I mean, would you feel good if you told someone with leukemia that they had about six months left to live? To tell expectant parents that their premature baby might not even make it till tomorrow? How about the prospective situation wherein an emergency crash case popped up in the emergency room and you had to choose one or the other to live or die? It was decisions like these that made me hate my job. But at the same time, who else was better suited to telling shit like these
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