Jump 328: The Incredibles

Jump #328: The Incredibles
>King of Cups: Remaining calm and relaxed in all situations, and making artful use of diplomacy or a quiet word to resolve conflicts.
>Age: Newborn
--wait, what.
>Location: Metroville, 1976
Wait, WHAT?
>Identity: Super Kid
>Drawbacks: The Glory Days (0), The Long Haul (0), Jumper-Jumper (+100), He's In Trouble (+200)
I'm not going to curse my companions to deal with the tedium that is being stuck in a world where they can't do anything but blend in for fifteen out of 25 years here. Though it doesn't help that any and all romantic prospects are utterly torpedoed. Starting in 1976 though... because all indications are that the movie takes place in 2004 (maybe?) and since I'd otherwise be ten years old, I'd have started in 1986. Makes life interesting, at least.
>"Your Identity Is Your Most Valuable Possession." (Free, Super Kid)
And being able to hide that identity behind the flimsiest mask is important.
>"Jumper Doesn't Have Any Powers." (1100)
Well, obviously. If I were a hero, would I be walking here and not all shiny and chrome? (Including a toggle for all powers is a hell of a bonus, though.)
>"Now You Respect Me, Because I'm A Threat." (700)
This... this will be VERY useful when it comes to future hero jumps, so I don't have to climb the ladder of 'never heard of you, get out of here while we wait for the REAL heroes to show up' nonsense.)
>Incredible Looks (650)
Why yes thank you I will take that shapely hourglass figure.
>Incredible Strength (Free, Super Kid stipend)
300 points free for Super Kids, and I'll spend mine here. Besides, it synergizes nicely with two out of the three other powers I picked.
>Metallic Form (500, Super Kid)
Cue up the Metal Mario music. If we're talking an "extremely heavy" metal, we're probably talking something notably more dense than lead. Lead is eleven grams per cubic centimeter, but if we go swith a more dense metal, I'm just going to round it to 20 grams per cubic centimeter. Slightly more dense than gold, but less so than osmium.
For reference, the human body is about a gram per cubic centimeter.
>Magnoscopic Vision (400)
With all the jumps I've done, and all the awesome augmentations my eyes have... I don't think I actually have one like THIS. I'll be happy to take it.
>Molecular Density Transformation (0)
Suddenly I am made of eezo, or might as well be.
>Super Suit (Free)
Where is my super suit? Right here.
>Home Sweet Home (Free, Super Kid)
At least I have a nice place.

I can make my density nearly zero, or increase it by several dozen times. So if I turn to metal, I can keep my normal density to move quickly... actually, I probably already can do that, considering super strength. Anyway, consider this: a metal fist, swung with super strength, with its density increased several dozen times. Let's call that sixty times. Which means that my density would probably be somewhere in the range of 1200 times more than normal.

It's a damn good thing I have All-Terrain Hiker, or else I'd be sinking through stone like it was mud and dirt like it was water. This probably is also very helpful if I decide to take any super-leaps.

I get to grow up as a child, surrounded by and idolizing various heroes. And, once I'm old enough, I want to get involved in it too. Ten is a nice round number, right? And even as a kid with powers that probably are not as strong as they will get in the end, I can at least make a difference occasionally, and otherwise run around in a pint-sized super suit and help fight crime (for relative values of fighting crime). I don't think I would so much end up being a sidekick as an... intern. Yes, that's a good title, especially in the late eighties.

When I'm thirteen, though, the lawsuits start. Right when I'm starting to actually get into real save-the-world stuff... heroing is outlawed. The National Supers Agency sits down and has a talk with myself and my parents when I'm fourteen, and... that's basically it. These powers are something that are a part of me, and I've got no choice but to hide them for the foreseeable future.

And so, I graduate high school. I become a paramedic, because why not? It's all fun and games until a few years later when the ambulance I'm sitting in gets T-boned in an accident, I reflexively turn to metal and punch through the side of the rig, through the car that hit us, and end up totalling the stupid truck. (The drunk driver in control of the truck, of course, is fine. Fortunately, so is my partner who was driving the ambulance.)

The NSA comes out, but my partner shrugs it off - I surely would have died otherwise and if we want to write it off as a freak occurrance or a miracle, so be it. The drunk driver gets the book thrown at him, thankfully.

And so it goes, until the day that some trumped-up robotic spider comes stomping through downtown. At which point I have had QUITE enough of this nonsense, turn to metal, jump up onto the Omnidroid, dial my powers up as far as I can, and brute force the fucking thing. I am a couple orders of magnitude more dense than this bastard, and compared to my hands, this thing's armor plating is like wet clay.

I'm not sure the Incredibles were pleased that I stole their thunder in this fight, but... frankly? Screw them and their family drama. They can deal with Syndrome when they get home on their own time, everyone was seen in the fight, but leave the lessons about friendship and reconciliation for sometime when people aren't being murdered by a giant robot, you twat.

The fact that I was wearing street clothes probably didn't hurt anything - CNN pulled up old articles about me as a kid when they interviewed me, same with Frozone and a handful of others who showed up. And after all was said and done, I went back to work, because I had a job to do.

Edna had a point, after all. I don't have to wear a cape to be a hero.

It was a lonely time, though. It's not fun having every relationship consistently bombarded even when you've forewarned your partner about these things. Sigh.

I'm looking forward to setting new precedent using Good Samaritan laws considering I prevented many peoples' deaths. When the inevitable suits come about, I'm going to point out that I prevented a clear and present danger from killing more people, and my actions prevented further properly damage rather than causing it. Oh no, there's a giant busted robot in the river. You know what's worse than that? A giant robot blowing up more buildings and murdering more people.

And when mister neck brace shows up, because I'm pretty sure he will (and with my luck he was somewhere in the city while it was being attacked), I'm going to lawyer up and countersue him as a vexatious litigant, because you don't get to sue someone for saving your life when you're in immediate danger of death.

Seriously.

How the FUCK do you lose a lawsuit when you've got the tool whining that "you ruined my death!" on FUCKING CAMERA.