Jester’s Paradise - Chapter 1 Internal Monologue..
Earth, what used to be the cornerstone of technology, has now become the origin of all that is supernatural. Without the blessing of some defiant god, the world as it is would never have progressed to the current point. Earth inflated, becoming the whetstone which makes or breaks hundreds of millions of heroes each year, yet holds legacies of untold and vicissitudes not meant to be. Ofcourse, that’s what they say.
Due to uheavels all across the planet, the continents congregated forming a second Pangea, though mostly wildlife covering 300,000 miles of land. To maneuver throughout the forests, plains, swamps, jungles, and bunches of other ecosystems, one of the original Super Humans who now occupies a planet of his own as a King used his ability of Teleportation (or more specifically, spatial transfer) in combination with a piece of innovative technology from hundreds of thousands of inventors all across the world, they held those contained spatial cracks open for..
You’ve guessed it! Portals!
Incredibly convenient yet disappointingly cliche, this has made the now humongous planet a place of travel and no longer dread. Powerful humans in each city across Pangea repel monsters or beasts so as to keep up a safe area, while leaving the really weak ones super close creating a sort of starter area, only available to those who awaken their Supernatural abilities or have Military Training.
In one of the hundreds of cities in the East, available to all unlike those exclusive to higher classed fighters, Osiris City. Following the theme of most lower tiered cities, Osiris was the Egyptian God of the underworld, the afterlife, and rebirth, as a symbol of the neverending monsters that seem to come from the earth upon death. Though like that in most cities, Osiris City was very mediocre and around a thousand years ago, was lacking a Guardian like the majority of other areas had. A Blackwood Tiger, evolved from a common species of Tiger, had its Cub slaughtered due to a small party of people hunting utilizing their superpowers. Not knowing the city being in the territory of such a ferociously strong beast, it slaughtered thousands in its rage asserting dominance in the local community of cities. Ever since, as a still Mediocre city, Osiris City has had a seemingly everlasting babysitting by Pangea’s Superhuman Groups, having strong representatives who are ready for retirement go to the City as a last resort just incase something happens.
Within the city, certain areas are allowed to sell weaponry from Pistols, Rifles, and Assault Shields to Swords, Daggers, Bows, and… Halberds? Staffs? Spears? Really, anything at your disposal. In those districts are other markets for similar things like training centers and so on, and limited residences for City Officials or the descendants of people who’ve died in defense of the City.
In a house at the edge of that district, within a mile walk to the most famous attractions, sits a nice, cozy one person house likely to that of a retired person. A nice and calming feeling washes over one when looking at the neatly cut lawn, sunlight shining down glistening on the moisture of the grass, highlighting the wheel markings the lawnmower left behind, although very strange.. or more precise, then a 21st Century lawnmower.
Sitting behind the house on a hammock between 2 flowering cherry trees, letting petals fall onto his body and a thin, modern phone that has a rather popular book pulled up on it, is a young man around 16 years of age. About 6 feet tall, with his legs crossed at the ends in a relaxed, charismatic posture the young man shifts slightly letting petals fall off his body, uncovering some previously unseen skin. Marking on the skin are small and neat patterns on the right arm, a copy of ‘ancient’ Tribal Tattoos with overlapping yet appealing pieces of art covering every last piece, even using the blank spaces as a canvas to emphasize others. Going all the way up to his shoulder, shaping itself around like his skin itself.
His hair cascading over his shoulders like some cliche book cover, clearly groomed yet not cut as to hold onto an authenticity incapable of presenting itself with fake hair or coloring. With no tint whatsoever, his hair glistens in the sunlight through the branches of the Cherry Trees. (A/N: No homo)
Slowly turning over, he opens his eyes in a position that doesn’t let sunlight strike him directly and just basks in the sun. His Dark Hazel colored eyes glisten taking in what’s around him, the grass, trees, and even little residence. He sighs in melancholy mixed with a little playfulness.
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Yesterday, it happened to hundreds of people in the city, as it does every day.
Sometimes, it’ll happen when you’re 20. Sometimes 12, maybe 35. Though never below the age of 10, it ALWAYS happens. A superpower. This isn’t like controlling the elements or some stupid bullshit. I mean we REALLY get superpowers. Some people can turn into slime, some can summon meteors… hell, if you’re lucky you’ll get something related to space or time, or even Gravity. God would Gravity be nice.
Ever since that incident, I haven’t felt like moving much. It isn’t that I don’t want to, but I feel so calm and collected but information and persistence just slip. I’ve read so many books and never heard of this problem. Well, it has never come with a power at least. Laziness. The power of lack of movement? Is it a side-effect? I really can’t handle it if so. I have to head down to one of the associations one of these times. That way I can get a team designated to me and maybe go hunt a few Goblins.. that sounds like a Slur. Yeah, fuck Goblins.
No, I’m getting sidetracked again. The power, the power. I get one in my life. It will never change, quite literally a permanent lottery. Everyone has different Genes, maybe by a follicle of a difference, but that follicle could be the difference between being able to control Snot and the ability to pull in Meteorites. Or so those researchers say. What’s a follicle by the way? A sac? gland? or maybe a crack..? I.. I don’t know. I’m sure it’s one of those. Damnit, again.
Oh yeah.. mine’s pretty special. I mean, it’s cool and all, I just can’t see it being useful in a fight. Controlling an enemy? Yeah, I could maybe lock him down with a little bit of my Magic, work on it, whatever. The problem is my complete lack of offensive ability. I mean, hell, with my current level of power a pair of scissors could cut through my power, let alone using it to kill something. Though Goblins are nasty little fuckers.
What’s with that Goblin prejudice anyways? I hear they’re always getting shit about raping girls and stuff but what makes us think we’re so special that a goblin wouldn’t go to some equally as horny female goblin when it doesn’t really know HOW to discriminate appearances, let alone be picky.
I’ve heard that your Superpower effects your attitude on a personal level. For example, something pertaining to fire could make you more *wait for it*… hotblooded. Something to water cool minded, or even ice making you a cold person. These affect your subconscious, and you can control them, especially if they’re innately evil. Like some Ancestor hundreds of years ago had the power to control shadows, but his subconscious kept telling him to do Shady (no pun) things, like killing, ****, murder, etc. He had the willpower to hold off those innate murmurings, even starting a small therapy group for others who may be in the same predicament. Though, its long since been disbanded. Apparently a scandal happened, all the higher ups abused the funds for personal gain.
Anywho, that’s enough rambling. I’ve been napping since yesterday morning. At least I awakened at 16 and not 50. I hear that aging slows down as you get more powerful. Though, I’m sure some 50 year olds can look pretty badass I don’t want to take that gamble.
Regarding my power, I won’t keep it secret anymore. Grass Manipulation. Well, I’m not sure yet, as I can already move weeds and some smaller flowers, but as of yesterday, I felt connected to the grass. Not emotionally connected. More like you and your friend think of the same thing at the same time, and you think it’s cool for a minute and then start thinking about how creepy that actually was. Murmuring to myself to vent a little, I slide out of the hammock, although very unsteady, my mind slowly regains clarity as I step back onto the ground and feel a light wind brush against my face.
“Damn hair…”
Incoherently mumbling, I fix my hair cussing like I have tourettes (yeah, that’s how you spell that. I looked it up). I stumble a little bit towards the nice screen door entrance and walk into the empty house picking up an apple that was sitting in a basket on the counter. Ignoring the other foods lying around and opting for the easiest thing, like the proactive man that I am. Walking back outside the screen door, I slide it shut and hear that monotone sound everyone with a screen door knows, the rubbing between the materials or whatever. Sitting on a lawn chair, I daze off, but unlike the last (few hundred) times, I don’t get sidetracked. Rather, I get sucked into what I’m inspecting.
Before, I decided to ignore my power due to the sudden lazy nature I picked up (which i’m assuming is a side effect of my power) and never closely observed the differences between how I see things and how I saw things before. Looking closely at the grass, as if a camera zoomed in, I see a glistening water drop gliding slowly from the tip formed from the humid air, and just below that is an evolved Ladybug. Although incredibly weak, these tiny bastards like to eat plants and are normally a problem to farmers or anyone with the hobby of planting things, which honestly sounds boring even though I can control small plants.
Trying to replicate the feeling I’ve had from yesterday’s epiphany, the grass around that one stop leaning due to wind and water, and instead slightly entwine each other and surround the bug from all directions including above which adds some stretching, and ensnares the Ladybug. Thinking I’ve got this in the bag, I decide to use my power and order the grass to crush the small insect. Which would be great if for 1 – it decided to stay instead of flying off the moment grass comes its way, and 2 – I could crush a little bit more than fucking nothing. I mean, it’s like flexing a bone. What the fuck?
But you know, they always say the Underdog wins..
Something like that, right?
Fuck..
