Chain 009: Chronicle

Chain 009: Chronicle
Location: Seattle, Washington
Age: 16
Identity: Drop-In
Drawbacks: [+300] Gee Jumper! How Come Your Lets You Have Two Superpowers?
(Abilities: None)
[Free]      Powers
[400/1300]  Lifting Yourself Up
[Free]      Magnetic Personality
[600/1300]  Still Human
[900/1300]  Supernatural Savant
[Free]      Found Footage Film
[1300/1300] A Strange Cave

Well. Things not to expect: waking up in a hole in the ground with blood streaming from my nose and a crystalline thing glowing ominously. It isn't helped when there are three other high school age kids coming into the hole who don't even see me at first, and then their noses start bleeding too when it turns red-

Wait a minute, why am I sixteen again?! Argh.

You know what, forget this, I'm getting out of the hole and away for a bit while these guys are distracted. Especially because I should feel a connection to other things that I'm not, at the moment. My memory is good, but it's not the photographic memory I've become accustomed to, and calculus isn't as intuitive as it used to be. Though I'm still better with it than I ever used to be - perhaps just doing so much math rubbed off on me? Regardless, though, this is not the happiest of things. Especially with three other teenage telekinetics around. And it isn't very nice that I can't use magic, either. But at least I can play with telekinesis a bit.

I slip into the high school, just wandering through so they can see me between classes once in a while since I was no one they know, and no one else really questions it. Just enough that they see my face, and that it isn't entirely suspicious when I bump into one of them and they find a note in their pocket to meet up.

Though the dude with the camera's bugging me, especially when it's a matter of going 'you guys could be heroes if you wanted'. Yeah, it's not exactly comic book stuff, screw it, lay the groundwork. Be the idealistic kid that gets mocked a little bit because that's not how the world works - but it could work that way if you wanted to. You could at least try.

Or, you know, you could be a supervillain. If it wasn't for the fact that if you're that level of threat, you can expect to get a nuke dropped on your head.

I meet with those three a couple more times - yes, I'm totally stalking them, I admit it - and end up in the hospital visiting the one spewing Philosophy 101 nonsense. And I call him out on it - society is not compatible with being an apex predator, and all you'd end up is eating ashes - and... miracle of miracles, it actually starts to sink in. Well, until his father comes in, gets angry that I won't leave, and proceeds to try and slap the crap out of his son without concern as to anything.

This does not end well, mostly because I threw a foam cup of ice water at him, but the fact that his attention is deflected on what he sees as some punk kid, and I'm perfectly happy to take my lumps until security pulls him off of me and throws him out. It means that certain things don't escalate, and poisonous philosophy might not entirely take root.

We might not end up with a flashy end to the film, but instead we get someone who seeks to redeem himself, and someone else who's gone to Tibet because he's the most stereotypical white kid that read something about Tibet on the internet.

Me, I just kept stalking Andrew for a bit before I went into the hero business for myself. By which I mean less "comic books are awesome" heroism and more "I've been training my telekinesis for the last three years and I'm turning mass kidnappers into a thin red paste" heroism.

(Apparently if you focus your telekinesis on fine control instead of absolute power, you don't get to throw tanks around, but you DO get to deflect bullets. Who knew?)