Between the Heavens and the Embers
Apollo snapped his fingers again. “Focus,” he commanded.
Percy sucked in a harsh breath, unable to believe that she’d slipped back away into believing herself an eagle in the middle of a conversation with a god, however amiable, by virtue of just recalling the past.
“I can hear things,” she finished pathetically.
It seemed to mean more to Apollo than it did to her, because the god drew back with a look of understanding on his face. “It’s just an evolution of your battle reflexes.”
“Evolution?” Percy echoed.
“Have you never wondered exactly how you’re always aware of your surroundings?” Apollo asked in a tone so similar to Chiron’s when he’d been pretending to be Mr Brunner for her sixth-grade that it sent a sharp ache through Percy’s chest.
“You have the same number of sensory neurons as any other human. Your brain simply happens to dismiss less of the information as irrelevant than others’.”
“So, my brain’s lost even more of the restrictions than before?” Percy asked, unsure. It … didn’t seem right. She couldn’t claim to be the absolute best at biology, certainly not with Greek Mythology involved with its sapient sheep and talking trees, but she rather doubted being able to hear objects miles away lay within human capacity.
Apollo chortled. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’d be leaking out your brains if that were the case.”
Just as Percy had begun to relax, the god continued brazenly, “In moments of terrible stress,” Apollo glanced around their banal surroundings and amended, “or moments of great paranoia, demigods are liable to direct their untapped potential into cultivating their senses for a power-up.”
Percy frowned at him in silent inquiry even as her brain raced. She’d … she’d been trying to overhear the sounds of pursuit, hadn’t she? Denied the dubious respite of dreams, her hyper-active brain had instead slipped straight into her favourite pastime of imagining every single thing that could go wrong. And then her straining ears had captured more and more input until something about the eagle had captured Percy instead.
“You’re transitioning – from human to something more … demigodly. You’re literally growing more sensory receptors. But your brain–” Apollo shrugged as if the state of her pitifully mortal brain matter was a foregone conclusion. “Brains are delicate. Elastic, but given to self-preservation. It’ll be a long time if ever until you adapt to your senses.”
“I’ve never heard of this before,” Percy protested, not truly dubious yet unable to accept his words as the unvarnished truth.
Apollo’s eyes glinted darkly at her with an unnamed emotion. It wasn’t sympathy or anything as self-blaming as an apology. But not entirely devoid of the bitterness that came from knowing the unfairness of reality.
“It’s common enough for demigods,” he told her with unprecedented gentleness. “They just tend to die before they can pass the information on.”
In moments of terrible stress or extreme paranoia.
If demigods sprouted new powers according to need – what constituted a greater need than the fangs at your throat, than the claws around your heart?
What greater danger than the monster about to kill you?
Percy swallowed. “Will I finish evolving by the time the train stops?” she asked without true hope.
Apollo chuckled disbelievingly. “I think not,” he said incredulously. “The nervous system can take up to thirty years to heal any damage – and you’re talking about creating new pathways altogether.”
Percy sank into her seat and wrapped her arms around herself. Angled her head so that Apollo could only witness her troubled profile while she herself could detect every single non-existent wrinkle on his refection in the side-view mirror.
“I suppose I’ll die before mastering my powers too,” she whispered.
“Undoubtedly,” Apollo agreed without hesitation.
“Perhaps even on this quest,” she continued fatalistically.
“Perhaps,” Apollo dismissed with a callousness she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe.
Their eyes met through the glass of the mirror and caught.
“Are you sure you can take that risk?” Percy whispered. “Let that perhaps turn into a yes?”
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ALRIGHTY SO- (I'm so sane and normal about these toons and cogs I swear) as I said before, personally I really like to think that brian's brain is a motherboard and/or wires/neuron like things covered in a silicone mold that made it shaped like a brain-! It would explain why when he starts getting more and more frustrated during his battle he starts overheating and eventually leading to his brain exploding at the end- (which leads me to believe that mayhaps his wiring needed some extra cooling to help him prevent that, perhaps being the reason why he has a dome head in the first place so that way it could be liquid cooled by being placed inside of- whatever brian has inside of there shchsdhs) which in turn would make the silicone brain a pretty solid idea-!! Keeps all his wiring n electricical brain bits all nice and dry, but also gives him a little flair and from the looks of it, seems like a fairly efficient way to help stop any overheating caused by his emotions or stress- (I mean he literally starts going red with rage, that's gotta be some hot pieces of parts in order to do that even with some cooling factors in place-) but what's really got my gears turning is that if he does have a sort of wiring inside of that brain mold of his, it would basically be the like- in between of cog parts and toon-ish parts-! Assuming that his wiring would help out his processors n act as any neurons should, they would not only help out his thought process (him being the self proclaimed smart man that he is /lh/lh) but it'd also allow him to feel things-!! Neurons are the main units of the brain and nervous system, they help the brain feel any sensory input from the outside, send signals to help the body control motor functions, and in general just relay electrical signals throughout the brain all the time- Which sounds very much close to what the cog equivalent of a brain could also do (and does for brian)-!! I know all the cogs have brains and all their inner bits, but I justshfhs I think it would be really cool if brian's brain had just a little bit more brain-like functions-!! I don't know if I'm making any sense here, but- if he can think, that man can feel too-!! Probably more than the average cog, but he would also probably just decide not to draw much attention to it-!! I know this started out as silly snowglobe dome talk, but in all reality I'm so very interested in the complexities that the cogs and toons have-!!! Doesn't mean I don't think it'd be silly to shake that man around and see what happens, that'd be silly- even more so to bonk him with hammers- BUT I JUSTSHFBS I THINK-!! THE COGS DESERVE SOME MORE THOUGHT INTO HOW THEY COULD ACTUALLY FUNCTION N FEEL THINGS AND WHAT THE INNER WORKINGS OF THEM COULD POSSIBLY LOOK LIKE-! BRAINS HELP SHAPE WHO WE ARE AS PEOPLE… SO I THINK IT'D BE COOL TO UNDERSTAND HOW THAT WOULD WORK WITH THE COGS AS WELL- but yeshdhghs I'm . very sorry that this got so much longer than I intended, but thank you very much for letting me ramble out my thoughts-!! I hope you enjoyed hearing some of my thought process SHCHSDHS
OHHTHIIS IS REALLY GOOD. i never even thought about him possibly having a heightened ability to feel things like touch . i imagine with his brain also moving around, there's probably other pieces in there that would also be shifting which would increase the need for it to be in a somewhat cooled down area.
BUT YEAH . it's all very interesting to think about!
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