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 Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 2:08 pm
Alfheim’s hands and shoulders just kind of rolled in a large, half shrug half agreeing head nodding gesture. They could both use some kind of ingestible, mind numbing substance in their systems right now for sure.
“You uh… you get your uniform and the ability to port to a freakish sanctuary and magic,” Alfheim shrugged. “The ability to fight. Or not. We don’t really have a leader, forcing us onto the battlefield. You don’t have to fight monsters or the Negaverse or anything, you can take your powers and run.”
Although the look on his face more than hinted he did not approve of such choices, not that he’d ever say it out loud.
“There’s not really a point, I guess. There’s evil in the world, and you have magic powers, so you can do something about it,” And then he gingerly held up his hands, “That is… if you want.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 6:26 pm
It was a lot to take in, even though Kent suspected that the explanation was being kind of half-assed. Not that he knew enough to ask much in the way of clarifying questions. All he could really do was file away information, hoping that the pieces he had would at some point fit together and show him a picture he could do something with. He had no idea how to make sense of "magic powers" and "freakish sanctuary" otherwise. He did, however, disagree with Noah on one key point, and the realization made him sit up straighter and look the knight straight in the eye.
"I have the ability to do something about it already. Not because of some magic book or any powers I may or may not have, but because I've decided to fix things." Tara needed him. From the way things sounded, a lot of people needed him. Some of their problems were probably, inadvertently, caused by him. Even if they weren't, Kent had never been one to abandon someone in distress, and he wasn't about to start now. "I've already set out to shift the paradigm around here. And even if the scope of that decision is different than what I was prepared for, that doesn't change what I've promised to do."
He stood, slowly and a little stiffly, because Noah hit like a truck. "So don't even think about suggesting I'm going to run off with my tail between my legs. I'm doing this because I want to, not because some otherworldly power says I should. But if it wants to send me some backup, I won't turn it down."
Still, for all his bravado, Kent's hand was shaking as he reached out for the book. If you do this, he thought to himself, you won't be able to go back to the way things were before.
He paused for a brief moment. Then the way things were before was wrong. And he grinned, mostly to try and prove to himself that if this turned out to be some colossal joke, he'd make the most of it anyway. Bring it on.
Kent grabbed the book by the spine, feeling a bit let down when it stopped glowing and rested itself comfortably in his hand. Was he supposed to do something with it? Some kind of pose or magic words or something? He waved it around experimentally, not realizing until he saw the stark white sleeve of his new jacket that anything had happened.
"Holy s**t," he breathed, finally at a loss for words.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 8:05 pm
“Yeah…” Alfheim agreed breathlessly. Even knowing it was coming, it was still freaking weird to watch and his brown eyes had gone wide. Were those chaps?
“Holy s**t you’re all glowy and stuff,” Maybe if he knew a little more about space and junk he could’ve pinpointed the Mercury symbols. He did not, though. Nazca was really his first official Mercury knight.
He approached cautiously, like the new page was fragile or something. “How’s it feel?” Like he’d almost forgotten his own awakening. Frantic and scrambling for his life, he hadn’t even noticed a thing until he saw the tunic sleeves on his arms.
He pointed the book. About as useful as his bottle, he thought. But that was because Alfheim was short sighted and was thinking in terms of ‘it looks pretty heavy, you could probably hit things with it’. But books were usually more interesting than glass bottles because they generally had information and stuff on the pages. “Can you read that or something?”
It was a valid question! Magic was weird!
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 3:58 pm
It was a lot to take in. The new page looked at his arms, his chest, down at his legs, and over his shoulder to try and see his back, until that started to give him a crick in the neck. This was weird. Seriously weird. Though he did have enough presence of mind to be glad that whatever powers had granted him this outfit didn't make him look like an extra from the Lord of the Rings movies. Not that glowy spandex and chaps were much better.
Without the prompting, he probably would have spent several more minutes examining himself. But the questions helped his brain form words. "It feels... I don't know, different and not different. Which makes no sense, but hey, nothing about this makes sense!" He threw his hands up in the air, tightening his grip on the book so he wouldn't drop it.
Then not-Noah asked about the book, so he lowered his arms and opened the cover carefully, in case something was hiding inside. All that greeted him were glowy scrawls on slightly worn paper. "Not even a little bit," he admitted. "Am I supposed to be able to? If this is some kind of manual and I can't read it, I am going to be seriously ticked off."
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 6:00 pm
"None of us get a manual," Alfheim jokingly declared and gave Nazca a good natured shove on the arm. "It wouldn't be fair if you did."
He glanced around awkwardly, "When you're powered up like this, it gives off an energy signature other people can feel. You can probably pick up mine right now. But people we don't want crashing te party can also pick up both of ours so..."
He glanced over his shoulder out one of the windows, "We might either want to power down or take this elsewhere."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 7:57 pm
So they were supposed to wing it? What did that say about the cosmic forces they were supposedly fighting for? What did it mean for him? Already he felt like he needed a dictionary for everything that not-Noah was talking about. Energy? Signatures? What?
The concept of powering down was at least something he could make an educated guess about. The practice of it was another matter entirely. The logical thing was to let go of the book, since that was what had started this whole mess. Dropping it was probably a terrible idea, so he instead bent down and set it gently on the ground.
The book sat there. Nothing else happened. The page looked at Alfheim, everything about his expression screaming 'HELP!'
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 8:16 pm
He stared back at his new knight buddy, almost mirroring the bewilderment. He had no help. But he did have pie. And beer.
"I uh..."
He watched the book dropped.
"We should probably go over some basics of uh. Functioning. Step one, think about yourself in the form you were. Your normal self. Just exhale, and let yourself power back down to that state."
He reached behind the counter, pushing back the fridge back of the pie display case, and extracted five eighths of a chocolate cream pie he stabbed a fork into.
"And then maybe eat this until you feel better."
It was about all he had to offer.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 8:57 pm
Normal. As if he could call himself normal anymore. Nothing about any of this was normal. But Noah probably knew what he was talking about, even if he made it sound easy.
Exhale. That required him to inhale first, which he did, slowly. Thinking about his so-called "normal" self was hard after what he'd done that day, and it wasn't an activity that he enjoyed, but he couldn't go around looking like Nanook of the North forever.
So, normal. Normal guy working a normal job as a tech geek. With an abnormal sister who kept disappearing on him and was possibly a terrorist. Something that probably ran in the family, if his current attire was any indication. If this was normal, then the world was seriously messed-up.
That wasn't what he was supposed to be thinking about.
It took several moments for him to reach a state of mental equilibrium he associated with normalcy. Letting his breath go, Kent looked down at himself, and was relieved to see the jeans and boots he'd left the house in that morning. Maybe he could do this after all. He bent down to pick up the book, blinking in surprise when he realized it was gone.
"You should really get a liquor license for this place," he griped, following Noah inside. "But this'll do for now." Taking the fork, he scooped out a large chunk of pie and crammed it into his mouth.
Questions could come later, once he'd had time to come up with them. At that moment, all Kent could think about was how crazy all this was. And how delicious chocolate cream pie could be when the world was going to hell.
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