can make silk

“Okay,” I said, lifting a hand. “No carrying, then.”

And then strands of spider web began to spill from my fingers.

Gossamer (Active) LV1 EXP: 0.00%
An ancient art utilizing the principles of Alchemy. Through the process of transmutation, it is possible to convert one’s flesh and soul into baser materials, but due to the requirement of living tissue, few alchemists were willing to transform large quantities. Instead, many alchemists favored the spinning of small threads, allowing them to easily heal the damage inflicted upon themselves. Because of its relative value, many lesser practitioners spun silk and spider silk was especially valued for its strength. For masters of the art, however, it is said to be possible to create far greater things.
10 HP and 10 MP per meter of silk.

As I pulled with my Psychokinesis, the silk came away as easily as thread from a spool—and yet, it felt like I was pulling the skin off of my fingers. Mainly because that was exactly what I was doing, focusing my Aura through a careful process to change it into another form of matter. It was…well, pretty fucking cool, even if it hurt a little bit. I mean, I knew it was possible to seemingly create matter with Semblances and such, so changing existing matter wasn’t too much of a stretch, but being able to see the process at work…

I could see the light of my Aura flashing between my cells, breaking them down and then encompassing them as it rearranged them into a different form. I could see the creation of fibroin, the shift and balance of glycine and alanine, the production and arrangement of glutamine, serine, leucine, valine, proline, tyrosine and arginine. My flesh was being torn apart on the most basic level and twisted into something new through a process I could see but not fully grasp. In my head, I could recount the alchemical procedure, the balance of energy that would influence the creation of new materials, but was the matter itself adjusted?

I wasn’t sure, even as I drew strands of protein fiber from each finger of my right hand, spun them into a single thread with my Psychokinesis, and then began to weave that thread into what I wanted. The cord came first and the bare bones of a suit, strings, and then the carefully designed parachutes. I spun several hundred meters of silk to make sure, weaving them into place around Adam who started once, but then held still.

After several seconds, when I was done, he looked it over and raised an eyebrow.

“The fuck is this?” He asked.