Post by Veros on Jul 18, 2008 11:13:09 GMT -5
Slowly the boy eyed the exhibits at the museum uninterested in the artifacts at the museum; as none could be as fun as the one he held in his bag. The young boy shifted his light brown hair to the right with hand as he looked around the room to see if anyone was there. No one. Good. Now to get out of here. “Teleportoto.”
Instantly the boy was elsewhere; in the Central Park to be exact. “Magic never loses its fun... Does it Sorev?” He asks as he pulls the book out of his back, and opened it to the first page. It never does. And remember. The more you call on my power; the more they become part of you. Until the hundredth time you use them. Then they are part of you fully and you won’t need the words to use them.
“Why do I have the feeling that something bad will happen as I become more in-tune with the spells?” You fear the power you will wield and what you might accidently do with it, Phil. Do not worry; I will not let my power overwhelm you. I will keep it within the limits you can handle.
“When you were alive; what were you?” I’m still alive, in a way. If you mean what I was before I became a tome, I was a great sorcerer. Magic that you have used was child’s play to me – since reality magic was my specialty.
“But why did you pick me? What’s so special about me?” You? You are a blood relative, of sorts, which makes you able to harness my power to your desires.
“Oh.”
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Nearly a week later, the boy had mastered the magic for teleporting, telekinesis, fire conjuring, and even telepathy. Though since the boy was not a natural empath, he’s not able to use the telepathy to its full advantage, because it’d drive him crazy; Sorev knowing full well Phil’s weakness – kept his word and restricted the telepathy; keeping out any thoughts that were not that of actively trying to harm Phil. Little did Phil know; it doesn’t mean that he wasn’t getting these other thoughts, it is just that they were being suppressed by Sorev – making telepathy against Phil worthless, because all the thoughts of people within nearly a mile would bombard the person trying to sense Phil’s thoughts.
I want to have some fun. I agree. Use the explosion spell – and rob a bank.
“But that’s illegal…” It’s only illegal for NORMAL people. You sir, are special. It isn’t illegal for you, it is only fun. Plus the money is insured.
“Okay than…”
The boy teleports nearby the local bank, and as he walks in, he points his left hand at a bank teller – his right at the security guard. “This is a hold up.”
The security guard laughs at him and says, “Punk. Get out of here. You don’t even have an air-soft gun.”
“That won’t stop me. Ever. Kervay!” Immediately after he says those words, the security guard’s body hits the wall and slides to the ground, having had his brain splattered across the wall behind him by the spell. “If you know what is best for you, you will give me all the money you have. And don’t press the button. You will meet the same fate as him if you do.”
Quickly the teller begins grabbing all the money that she could out of her drawer. Quickly, Phil walked over to the girl, and grabbed the bag from her. “Thanks. Selvic! Kervay!” The first spell, caused a massive power surge, knocking out power in half the city, while his second spell, caused the woman’s heart to explode, leaving blood splatters on the wall behind her.
In an instant the boy was gone, the tome on his back, the money in his left hand.
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Walking to his favorite spot, a tree in Central Park, Chris noticed his hair stand on end, and massive amounts of static in the air some of which was attracted to his flesh. So that news report wasn’t kidding. Something did knock out power here. Holding his hand open slightly in front of him, a small metal device formed there; though anyone able to see excessively rapid movements might have noticed small dots of metal collecting in his hand forming the device. If I’m right, this kid is gonna have a good deal of energy surrounding him… If he has enough this should spark, even more so if he’s actively using an ability… Gripping the device tightly, he focused on collecting a small amount of energy around it to try and make it spark. Success. ‘Least I learned something useful from reading up about energy manipulation. Not enough to be at all effective; but least it can be used to see if this thing worked or not.
Slowly he walks towards the tree and rests his free hand on it. I doubt Star can resist wanting to deal with this punk.
“How did you do that?” A brown haired guy in his late teens asks, standing right behind Chris, a bag on his back.
“Huh?” Chris says turning around to see the young adult. “It’s a magic trick.”
“Oh… I thought it might have been real magic.”
“Nope, sorry though. I don’t know magic,” Chris laughs lightly, before adding, “I can’t even be sure it exists.” It does exist, but letting a normal person know about would just be adding fuel to the fire that person did.
“Okay… Bye,” the young man said, before turning away and walking off; though right as Chris turned his back, the man teleported out – sending an almost instant shock into Chris’ hand from the sparking from the device in his hand. It couldn’t of been… he thinks as he turns around to see the man long gone.
(Everyone needs irony everyday so that way life doesn’t get too boring.)
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Standing inside the bank as Phil robbed the place, Veros says to out loud to himself, “A little crude, but I think this alternate me shall work… They honestly pay so little attention to the affairs of the more subtle villains, but this should make them pay more attention. Teach them to never under estimate someone.” Instantly Veros was gone right after the power surge hit, frying the electricity.
Appearing in Central Park, no more than 30 feet from Chris’ favorite tree Veros waved his hand cloaking his power and his body, invisible. If I know these people, this is where they will show before going after him. HA.
No more than two hours later, he watched the arrival of Chris. Hmm, his movements are crude. Alakazam puppet. Almost as if on cue, Phil appeared behind Chris. As he watched Chris create the metal device and watched it spark did he think, Ferrikinetic.
He watched the two converse briefly, before Phil walked off and teleported away. Subtle, but not subtle enough. He has more to learn.
(Veros basically suppressed his energy levels so to passive energy sensing he’d have as much appearent energy as grass. To active sensing, the might notice that the patch of grass where he is at has slightly abnormal amounts of energy, for grass. As far as visibility goes, it’d take someone to use X-ray or to detect his body heat. Though if someone bumped into him, they’d feel him.)
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The news reports would report is that something/someone had caused a massive power surge in New York City, during the time of a freak bank robbery that as witnesses say, blew things up with his words before disappearing. They’d guess that the male robber was about 17 or 18, with light brown hair and a fairly dark tan. None of them managed to get a good look of his face though, they did of course notice that it looked like he worked out quite often.
Instantly the boy was elsewhere; in the Central Park to be exact. “Magic never loses its fun... Does it Sorev?” He asks as he pulls the book out of his back, and opened it to the first page. It never does. And remember. The more you call on my power; the more they become part of you. Until the hundredth time you use them. Then they are part of you fully and you won’t need the words to use them.
“Why do I have the feeling that something bad will happen as I become more in-tune with the spells?” You fear the power you will wield and what you might accidently do with it, Phil. Do not worry; I will not let my power overwhelm you. I will keep it within the limits you can handle.
“When you were alive; what were you?” I’m still alive, in a way. If you mean what I was before I became a tome, I was a great sorcerer. Magic that you have used was child’s play to me – since reality magic was my specialty.
“But why did you pick me? What’s so special about me?” You? You are a blood relative, of sorts, which makes you able to harness my power to your desires.
“Oh.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nearly a week later, the boy had mastered the magic for teleporting, telekinesis, fire conjuring, and even telepathy. Though since the boy was not a natural empath, he’s not able to use the telepathy to its full advantage, because it’d drive him crazy; Sorev knowing full well Phil’s weakness – kept his word and restricted the telepathy; keeping out any thoughts that were not that of actively trying to harm Phil. Little did Phil know; it doesn’t mean that he wasn’t getting these other thoughts, it is just that they were being suppressed by Sorev – making telepathy against Phil worthless, because all the thoughts of people within nearly a mile would bombard the person trying to sense Phil’s thoughts.
I want to have some fun. I agree. Use the explosion spell – and rob a bank.
“But that’s illegal…” It’s only illegal for NORMAL people. You sir, are special. It isn’t illegal for you, it is only fun. Plus the money is insured.
“Okay than…”
The boy teleports nearby the local bank, and as he walks in, he points his left hand at a bank teller – his right at the security guard. “This is a hold up.”
The security guard laughs at him and says, “Punk. Get out of here. You don’t even have an air-soft gun.”
“That won’t stop me. Ever. Kervay!” Immediately after he says those words, the security guard’s body hits the wall and slides to the ground, having had his brain splattered across the wall behind him by the spell. “If you know what is best for you, you will give me all the money you have. And don’t press the button. You will meet the same fate as him if you do.”
Quickly the teller begins grabbing all the money that she could out of her drawer. Quickly, Phil walked over to the girl, and grabbed the bag from her. “Thanks. Selvic! Kervay!” The first spell, caused a massive power surge, knocking out power in half the city, while his second spell, caused the woman’s heart to explode, leaving blood splatters on the wall behind her.
In an instant the boy was gone, the tome on his back, the money in his left hand.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Walking to his favorite spot, a tree in Central Park, Chris noticed his hair stand on end, and massive amounts of static in the air some of which was attracted to his flesh. So that news report wasn’t kidding. Something did knock out power here. Holding his hand open slightly in front of him, a small metal device formed there; though anyone able to see excessively rapid movements might have noticed small dots of metal collecting in his hand forming the device. If I’m right, this kid is gonna have a good deal of energy surrounding him… If he has enough this should spark, even more so if he’s actively using an ability… Gripping the device tightly, he focused on collecting a small amount of energy around it to try and make it spark. Success. ‘Least I learned something useful from reading up about energy manipulation. Not enough to be at all effective; but least it can be used to see if this thing worked or not.
Slowly he walks towards the tree and rests his free hand on it. I doubt Star can resist wanting to deal with this punk.
“How did you do that?” A brown haired guy in his late teens asks, standing right behind Chris, a bag on his back.
“Huh?” Chris says turning around to see the young adult. “It’s a magic trick.”
“Oh… I thought it might have been real magic.”
“Nope, sorry though. I don’t know magic,” Chris laughs lightly, before adding, “I can’t even be sure it exists.” It does exist, but letting a normal person know about would just be adding fuel to the fire that person did.
“Okay… Bye,” the young man said, before turning away and walking off; though right as Chris turned his back, the man teleported out – sending an almost instant shock into Chris’ hand from the sparking from the device in his hand. It couldn’t of been… he thinks as he turns around to see the man long gone.
(Everyone needs irony everyday so that way life doesn’t get too boring.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Standing inside the bank as Phil robbed the place, Veros says to out loud to himself, “A little crude, but I think this alternate me shall work… They honestly pay so little attention to the affairs of the more subtle villains, but this should make them pay more attention. Teach them to never under estimate someone.” Instantly Veros was gone right after the power surge hit, frying the electricity.
Appearing in Central Park, no more than 30 feet from Chris’ favorite tree Veros waved his hand cloaking his power and his body, invisible. If I know these people, this is where they will show before going after him. HA.
No more than two hours later, he watched the arrival of Chris. Hmm, his movements are crude. Alakazam puppet. Almost as if on cue, Phil appeared behind Chris. As he watched Chris create the metal device and watched it spark did he think, Ferrikinetic.
He watched the two converse briefly, before Phil walked off and teleported away. Subtle, but not subtle enough. He has more to learn.
(Veros basically suppressed his energy levels so to passive energy sensing he’d have as much appearent energy as grass. To active sensing, the might notice that the patch of grass where he is at has slightly abnormal amounts of energy, for grass. As far as visibility goes, it’d take someone to use X-ray or to detect his body heat. Though if someone bumped into him, they’d feel him.)
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The news reports would report is that something/someone had caused a massive power surge in New York City, during the time of a freak bank robbery that as witnesses say, blew things up with his words before disappearing. They’d guess that the male robber was about 17 or 18, with light brown hair and a fairly dark tan. None of them managed to get a good look of his face though, they did of course notice that it looked like he worked out quite often.