Alright let's get walking.
You walk to university, getting there in about half an hour, missing your first lecture by about fifteen minutes. This being university, though, nobody really cares, and you sit down as your professor explains the more basic ideas behind the science of crystallography. You're already somewhat familiar with the material, so this isn't a particularly problematic lecture to listen to. You reasonably understand upwards of sixty percent of it at the very least, you think. Though you can't say you share the professor's enthusiasm for the subject matter. You wonder why you're even learning this, but then you remember that there's going to be a test about this, and your momentary concerns are assuaged.
Alex would open his eyes wide, realizing what he was trying to do. He felt angry at himself, not thinking about his mother, but what he wanted. Holding his jaw, he would slowly make an attempt to stand up, stumbling as he lifted to his knees.
You're not as badly injured as you'd think. Your tongue is kind of ruined, and you can't move it much, and you're still bleeding into your mouth a bit, though not as much as a moment ago. You adjust your hands a bit, and manage to staunch some of the blood flow. You're pretty sure you need medical attention of some sort right now, though you have to admit that it's not really so bad that you couldn't see yourself surviving for a while like this. There's something odd about your flesh right now - you're bleeding less than you should be, and the pain, though quite pronounced at the moment of being shot, has now all but subsided. You spit out a bit of your blood as you get to your feet, and consider your next move.
Selina has lost a little bit of herself at this point, and seems to have a slight smirk mixed in with all the rage and exhaustion.
"Theres a special place in hell waiting for you, where child molesters, and those who talk at the theater go." She gives a small dark chuckle at this.
"What? Speak up. Do you want something or not?" Konicek asks in a cheerful manner. "I've got some minestrone back in the fridge. I could heat it up and bring it over here."
Leaving the dentists office Steven grumbles to himself a bit about the horrendous inefficiency or non-punctuality of the dental system.
After unlocking his car Steven lays back in the drivers seat for a few minutes and gets lost in though.
Deciding that understanding his powers sooner rather than later would be most beneficial to him he then drives out to a secluded location and begins practicing throwing out small controlled shockwaves and bracing his body against the recoil.
You drive out past the city limits, where the suburbs peter out and the backwoods properly begin, leaving your car out by the side of the road while you head deeper into the woods and begin to practice your craft. Planting your feet firmly into the ground, you try to throw out a very small shockwave in a single direction. It results less in a small shockwave, more in a uniform boom all around you, uprooting one old tree right behind you as you try to perform it - a much younger tree right in the intended direction nearly suffers the same fate. You notice that this doesn't seem to have pushed you in a particular direction much - you feel a push away from the direction you intended, granted, but it's easy to deal with.
You progress to trying for a larger shockwave in a particular direction, and it does not take long for you to break several trees and fly back a few meters yourself. You keep walking through the woods, retrying the varying methods of making shockwaves, and it seems like they're roughly the same shockwave each time, although you can direct more of the energy in a certain direction - this results in recoil. Quite a lot of it. You try and you try, but it seems you can't actually adjust the power of the explosion below a certain level, and the lowest you can manage is a pretty violent concussive boom in every direction - even downward, at which point the earth beneath you is compressed, and you plummet down to its level after a few moments.
More reassuringly, you find out that you can do about one explosion a second, though this is a bit tiring.
"What? You have powers?"
She allowed herself a small smile "Yeah, and the other guy..." Her face fell and she snapped her cuffs again after rapidly jumping back into her body, "Where is he?"
"Who?"
"The man who killed mom, where is he?" Her voice became shrill as she pointed at the officers, "You let him go! You let that monster go! He was parahuman, a brute! You let him go!?"
You aren't actually cuffed right now - they removed those a while ago, as soon as they moved you into the cell. But you do, in a quick check of the surrounding area, confirm that the other guy doesn't seem to be here anymore, at which point you snap a little.
"Calm down, miss. I understand you might feel concerned in these circumstances, but it is important that you remain calm. This is a complicated matter, and pointing fingers and slinging accusations right now won't help anyone," the officer says, quite unfazed by your accusations, gazing at you sternly.
Jake decided that stewing in a hotel room wouldn't do anything to take his mind off his brother's predicament, and figured he would go for a walk. He headed for the woods on the outskirts of the town, thinking that maybe the seclusion would let him clear his mind. If nothing else, maybe he could just punch a tree or something as a way to vent his frustration.
When he got to the woods, he would turn on his power and slam a fist into the nearest tree as hard as he could. He was trying to see if he would get hurt. If that didn't hurt him, he would look for another tree a short distance away and charge it, seeing if it would stop his momentum and injure him.
Once you're in the woods, ever a popular destination for the newly empowered in need of a test drive of their abilities, you delight in the fresh air and the general quiet for a moment before activating your power, which is much easier than you would have thought. You notice, a little disappointedly, that your nose still appears to be broken. Nevertheless, you slam your fist into a nearby tree as hard as you can, and though you feel the bark as it is crushed beneath your fist, you don't really feel any pain or anything like that. Rather pleased, you then charge a nearby tree, slamming right into it - the tree stops your momentum, not being a cheap door by any means, though once again there's no pain or anything like that. You step back a moment, feeling quite pleased with yourself.
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