Kyle starts walking home. He would start monologuing but I'm on a phone.
You start walking home, putting your hands in your pockets and slouching, your face sour and menacing, as per the general manner you tend to affect in the post-industrial areas of Edwardstown, a sort of look you'd expect from someone who'd go ahead and... do something mean, you guess.
However, as your hand is shoved in your pocket, you find something unusual. Something you don't quite remember placing in your pocket. A slightly elongated, cigarlike object. A little smaller than you expected, not to mention in the wrong place. You grab hold of it and pull, as per classic instinct, and you find that it is not attached to you in any way. You sigh with relief, and look at it.
Huh. It seems to be a switchblade. Pretty shitty one at that. Well-used. You don't remember having one, to be perfectly honest, but looking at it unsettles you for some reason.
Try and judge how likely Skulgrat and Scramjet Kid are to kill me before I become a threat or recruit me. Also, just for shits and giggles see if I could theoretically make a device to give someone powers.
Well, they probably wouldn't do either, you think, unless you found them yourself and told them exactly what you do. They're heroes, after all. You hope.
As for a generator of powers, well... you have no idea how people actually get powers. There's the trigger event, of course. But those are really personal a lot of the time. Like your trigger event, quite possibly the lamest you've ever heard of, but it seemed to do the job rather wonderfully. You guess you need a trigger event? You could call the machine a Tragedy Engine in that event. But without somebody specific in mind, you're probably shit outta luck, as at least one wise man once said.
Selina opens the fridge in an attempt to find something to eat or drink, and to check if there was anything upstairs she could put on. Shes also on the look out for a phone to call 911. Shes still pretty shaky and unstable from the lack of walking for what feels like a month though, so this may take awhile.
The fridge has got quite a bit of food in it, you discover. Most of it held in plastic containers. There's that minestrone Konicek offered you, looking pretty tasty right about now, plus some sandwiches and several bottles of water. Looks like Konicek kept this place pretty well-stocked. And there's even a microwave set down on a counter, hooked up to a wall. Guess the power works. But before you indulge your hunger, you walk off in search of clothes, only to find that the upstairs, much like yourself, happens to be rather bare. Guess your captor saw no need to keep any possessions of yours around.
Good news, you find a phone on a nearby wall. Bad news, it sounds like it isn't working. But fortunately for you, there's a wide world out there, probably full of phones that could work better. The mere thought of it makes your knees feel much less weak. You are almost free, almost completely free!
Yeah, she tended to lurk when it came to things in town. Definitely not going to post about that.
You continue to lurk in the forums for a while, the time not really flying, but rather passing at a comfortable rate, until you notice a knock on the door. Your dad seems to be wondering if you're awake yet. You check the time.
Huh. Half past eight already. You must have gotten carried away with that story about Flask you found a link to. Apparently he accidentally poisoned the water supply of nearby Tindale with his laboratory runoff. They didn't catch him, and he's apparently still at large, though a lab of his got seized with a few materials he couldn't move out while rushing away, including a rather large supply of formaldehyde among other things they saved from a fire started by exploding rats set loose in the area. You guess that's alarming. Five people died from poisoning, apparently, with fifty six others having life-threatening poisoning symptoms afterwards. That's, like, a tenth of Tindale's population nearly killed. And that's terrible, you think, though you don't know anyone from Tindale or even where Tindale is exactly, which slightly hampers your ability for proper sympathy.
When Jake woke up, he would shower and go get some food. Afterwards, he would browse online store for things like Halloween costumes or masks.
Well, there's no shortage of these in stores. Does the Creature from the Black Lagoon strike your fancy? Or maybe one of those funny bee costumes? Or if you shaved your legs in advance, you could try one of the many nurse outfits.
Alex would stare at the man with a look of anger on his face.
"I see we're communicable. Fantastic. So, John, since you obviously can't reciprocate, how about we skip the pleasantries and get down to business?" the man asks, his initial shit-eating grin disappearing. "It's pretty obvious that whatever help you had didn't work out so well, am I right? I think I'm right here. Right now, you're alone, without resources, and most of your friends got the shit killed out of them in that warehouse, I think. That's cool, of course, because you got to kill whoever was responsible, right? That lady? So that chapter of your life is kind of over. Childhood's end, let's call it. What I'm asking you now is, have you got a place to stay after this? Blink twice for yes, three times for no, I believe the doctor said?"
Brushing himself off Steven stands up and inspects the damage he caused ahead of himself before returning to his initial position to check if any damage at all was done by the shockwave he tried directing behind himself.
You get on your feet and walk over to your prior position, discovering that it seems like you did very little damage to the area behind you - a little bit, you guess, which explains why you weren't splattered against the pavement or an opposite wall. But otherwise, it seems your extremely focused blast did a whole lot of damage to the guy's chest, as well as several walls behind it - the holes aren't large, but it seems like you managed to pierce pretty deeply into the building with the shockwave, and even blasted quite a bit of the skinhead's viscera into its depths - the shockwave's gone entirely through the exterior wall, and even pierced into the brick walls beyond it, though to a much lesser degree. You hear sounds of panic from within the building.
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