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[Prelude] Amazonian Heart: For Whose Sake?
Tue Jan 14, 2014 4:51 pm
“Is getting stronger the battle or is it learning to deal with those you leave behind? I wonder honestly which direction this world is going, war is on the horizon that battle couldn’t have been the end of it. All I can do is get stronger to keep him in check, and to live with myself. Which is why I fight, was it the sun and the moon that really inspired ancient civilization, then this blade is what inspires me, which is why there is only one path left, to get stronger; to rise from the depths and be born again.”
Page had been talking to himself again. In the middle of the jungle which had gotten overgrown long ago places that humanity had forgotten about. The amazon which once held mighty warriors, he stood in their homeland looking up at the moon with a distant expression. The stars blotted out by light pollution and yet he seemed transfixed by the sky, by the stark beauty of it how the light didn’t blot out the dark. It was hard to explain but, he felt like for the first time in 500 odd years his blade was driven by something other than a writhing perpetual hatred for the hollows which on that day had taken everything from him. His eyes took in the world again almost like he was looking at it for the first time again. He enjoyed the feeling but he came so far into the middle of absolutely no-where for a specific reason. Which was as that this far out there was a very slim chance of damaging any civilization, as sure he could fix the landscape as he found out while fighting yako grim. Yet there was something he couldn’t fix, the loss of human life once someone died he lacked the potential to bring them back.
So with a reckless streak page had the still unfamiliar sensation of energy roaring through his body as the ure sphere and link both kicked in, heightening his senses and augmenting his natural affinity for lightning. Then as his body became illuminated in the darkness of the night, raw electricity in its purest state began to rise off his body. With an audible crackle the volts of energy seemed to dance arcing from one spot to another, the dark shadows cast by blinding light lost in the dark depths of the forest. Page had then lifted his hand up a blindingly bright small orb forming on the tip of his index finger, using the power post and enhanced control granted by the URE Link Interface+ URE Sphere to create a immensely powerful outward expanding force, to have released it in a pulsating wave a blinding flash of light and electricity which caused the ground to buckle and erupt within a half mile detonating exploding and being pushed away by the shockwave. Fragments of tree and rubble spewing high into the sky like a miniature mushroom cloud.
He paused to marvel at the increase in power granted by only two devices. It was certainly a surprise to him, he had wanted to get stronger and he had. It was astounding and yet he thought ’I still must keep getting stronger I am useful to no one as I am right now.’ and slowly lowered down to the ground touching down on his toes a slight ring of dust billowing out from the wind he’d generate by distorting and manipulating the electrons in the atoms themselves, and then he’d have slowly closed his eyes using his incredibly sensitivity to electronic frequencies to spread his focus out across the forest. His mind picking up with help from the URE link, anything from the wild jungle cats to the insects which crawled against the ground, or even the birds in the sky within a reasonable distance. He could feel the electrons which made them up, of course it was hard to do keeping his attention in such a spread out state took concentration but, he felt a small tinge of guilt for what he was about to do. That he was about to use them to test something out, it kind of made a lump form in his throat so he’d have said softly.
”Sorry for what I’m about to do, if I don’t test things out I won’t know what happens..”
Gathering about his wits he’d then have focused on running a thin trail of electricity between every single electronic frequency or living entity within a vague radius of 2 miles, linking each electric source the nervous systems of each one. He had focused in and tried to link each one together in essence he had made the animals his eyes and ears although the strain brought a light sweat across his brow. It was hard to keep that many living entities linked by will alone but it was also disorienting all those conflicting perspectives of the same thing the vision and senses of the tiniest bug to the big predators of the jungle had at the moment been linked and he was gathering rough information putting together a primitive understanding at best on how the ecosystem worked. The crude method was far from perfect however, he could feel the pain of animals dying left and right from electrical / neuro overload. He had severed the link then, as the data he collected was probably enough that he would be able to work with it.
Opening his eyes then all he did was let out a slight breath sitting in the crater like clearing and looking up at the pristine sky. Certainly page hoped the racket would get some attention but you never knew what exactly would happen, so he’d have leaned back some and took the brief time of peace to relax and recover, since really he didn’t know what was going to happen from here on out. All he knew was that the future was unknown and he waited with baited breath to actually see with his own eyes, what the future would bring.
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Re: [Prelude] Amazonian Heart: For Whose Sake?
Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:56 pm
Roughly two and a half miles from the point of origin, in a shelter crafted from wood and fronds, a fifteen year old boy slept cuddled up next to a large kitchen knife. An oddity in the jungle, it had been rather dry lately, and the stale air compounded with the mass of electricity suddenly released into the atmosphere, it built up a powerful charge within the steel of the knife. Jack reached up to scratch his nose in his sleep and accidentally brushed the blade with the tip of his finger. The resulting spark had enough energy in it to jolt him from his sleep and cause him to raise quickly and look around for danger in a paranoid fashion. This, of course, destroyed the make-to shelter and caused it to fall around him in shambles. ”Shit..” He murmured, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before yawning and stretching the atrophic muscles in his arms and back.
He looked around for a few momens, clucking his mouth and tongue, tasting the sleep on his breath with a rancid look on his face before he was interrupted by a loud growling sound. Instinct kicked in and he looked around for the source of the noice with a panicked expression on his face, his knife suddenly in his hand, taken from the ground with a quick pluck-and-roll. After the fourth or fifth growl, he came to the brilliant conclusion that he was hungry, and the noises he was hearing came from his stomach. ”Shit.” He repeated, realizing he had to go hunting. The jungle wasn't like the forest in his home-town. The fruit was harder to break open and higher up, the animals were stronger and faster, and, of course, everything was also trying to eat him. Nevertheless, a growing boy has to eat. Collecting his belongings (check: a rope roughly twenty feet long, his kitchen knife, and a lighter) and shoving them in a back-pouch (sans his knife, he kept that tightly gripped in his right hand) that he slung around his shoulders.
Beginning his trek into the dark jungle, Jack walked with a slow, deliberate step and kept his eyes peeled for any potential predators and/or prey. He spotted some fruit roughly thirty feet from his camp zone, but ignored it and kept moving. If he didn't find anything alive, he'd circle back and gather that instead. However, protein was his number one priority right now. He twisted the knife in his hands, keeping his dexterity alert. He wasn't very good at this and, after the second drop, stopped. It made him too vulnerable. After an amount of time that he hadn't been keeping had passed, Jack entered a particularly... strange part of the jungle. Things seemed to be moving slowly, almost dizzy. The further in he went, the worse it got. Eventually, he stumbled upon the corpses of a a nest of small birds that had fallen to the ground. Picking up the largest, he checked it for wounds but couldn't find any discernible entry/exit holes. Figuring it was poisoned, he threw it back on the ground instead of in his pack. He already made the mistake of eating a poisoned animal, and he couldn't dig a hole big enough.
Left foot, right foot, and repeat. More corpses, more mysteries. And then, Jack encountered the first living thing he had seen all morning. A ...person was standing on the ground surveying the area around him. He looked incredibly distracted, as if he had been doing hard math problems in his head all day. But hey, a person! Maybe he could get some food off him. Ripping off his shirt and wrapping his arm in it, he created a make-shift sling and put on a limp. Reaching down toward the ground, he scraped up some dirt and rubbed it all over himself, before shuffling toward this being. ”Excuse me! Could you help me?! I've been lost for nearly a week now, I think, and I'm starving. Hello?!” He had left his pack, rope, and lighter behind a tree, but his knife was hidden in the shirt. If pity didn't work, threats usually did.
He looked around for a few momens, clucking his mouth and tongue, tasting the sleep on his breath with a rancid look on his face before he was interrupted by a loud growling sound. Instinct kicked in and he looked around for the source of the noice with a panicked expression on his face, his knife suddenly in his hand, taken from the ground with a quick pluck-and-roll. After the fourth or fifth growl, he came to the brilliant conclusion that he was hungry, and the noises he was hearing came from his stomach. ”Shit.” He repeated, realizing he had to go hunting. The jungle wasn't like the forest in his home-town. The fruit was harder to break open and higher up, the animals were stronger and faster, and, of course, everything was also trying to eat him. Nevertheless, a growing boy has to eat. Collecting his belongings (check: a rope roughly twenty feet long, his kitchen knife, and a lighter) and shoving them in a back-pouch (sans his knife, he kept that tightly gripped in his right hand) that he slung around his shoulders.
Beginning his trek into the dark jungle, Jack walked with a slow, deliberate step and kept his eyes peeled for any potential predators and/or prey. He spotted some fruit roughly thirty feet from his camp zone, but ignored it and kept moving. If he didn't find anything alive, he'd circle back and gather that instead. However, protein was his number one priority right now. He twisted the knife in his hands, keeping his dexterity alert. He wasn't very good at this and, after the second drop, stopped. It made him too vulnerable. After an amount of time that he hadn't been keeping had passed, Jack entered a particularly... strange part of the jungle. Things seemed to be moving slowly, almost dizzy. The further in he went, the worse it got. Eventually, he stumbled upon the corpses of a a nest of small birds that had fallen to the ground. Picking up the largest, he checked it for wounds but couldn't find any discernible entry/exit holes. Figuring it was poisoned, he threw it back on the ground instead of in his pack. He already made the mistake of eating a poisoned animal, and he couldn't dig a hole big enough.
Left foot, right foot, and repeat. More corpses, more mysteries. And then, Jack encountered the first living thing he had seen all morning. A ...person was standing on the ground surveying the area around him. He looked incredibly distracted, as if he had been doing hard math problems in his head all day. But hey, a person! Maybe he could get some food off him. Ripping off his shirt and wrapping his arm in it, he created a make-shift sling and put on a limp. Reaching down toward the ground, he scraped up some dirt and rubbed it all over himself, before shuffling toward this being. ”Excuse me! Could you help me?! I've been lost for nearly a week now, I think, and I'm starving. Hello?!” He had left his pack, rope, and lighter behind a tree, but his knife was hidden in the shirt. If pity didn't work, threats usually did.
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Re: [Prelude] Amazonian Heart: For Whose Sake?
Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:43 pm
Page had allowed his gaze to drift to the corner of his eyes, his head turning slightly over his shoulder. The wind blowing past him in this desolate crater, those eyes seemed to be studying the person, trying to gauge him trying to figure out if he was human or if he was something greater. Those eyes focused and eventually came to the conclusion either they had a superb time of hiding powers or they had none at all. Which was why as his eyelids slid down over his eyes some, they appeared half open, or was it half shut? That didn’t matter for while his eyes seemed to steadily gaze into this lost travelers own eyes, they seemed to be gauging his potential rather than the level he currently was at. As the silent exchange was going on electricity seemed to be crackling from his arms, from his limbs, from his skin and arcing into the ground; in a series of rhythmic flashes these white hot electrical tendrils just struck and melted what they touched to create molten lava. His own mouth twitching into a smile as he thought this would end up an amazing experience to see just how strong a human could get.
A slight grin turned into a toothy smile as a tiny bolt of electricity exploded in front of the human, not harming him but creating a 300 by 300 ft 200 ft deep pool of lava. This was only the tip of the ice berg though, given the fact as his URE. LINK kicked in his mind almost seemed to kick into hyper-drive the wind picking up and whipping around to strip the tree’s that had been on the fringe of the area bare, and this whole time nothing touched the human, nothing hurt the human nothing dared to kill this defenseless bird. Yet as he turned around feet planted on the ground his right hand slowly slid up , the elbow joint bent, and his wrist slack, only one finger pointing at the human his index finger the other hand remained in his pocket. The electricity was already eating holes in his clothes, it wasn’t hard to see that was going on, clearly he just had become interested in another way to test an aspect of his power, his control which was something he sorely did need to work on, and so as he seemed to glow, electricity formed wings on his back.
Calm and collected his half opened eyes focused on his prize, his whole aura wasn’t really excited nor was it bored. It just was what it was, the way he felt now was an endless sea of limbo, there wasn’t pity nor glee on the misfortune of his newest test subject. Which was why now he had slowly allowed electricity to gather in a ball on his finger the crackling electrical discharge sparking off in random directions yet illuminating his face. His lips had come apart monotonous words coming from his throat and then becoming easy to hear in fact it would be hard to mistake what he was saying now, as when he said it the words had been clear as day.
“Little bird, do you know that this world is full of things you can’t explain. Used to be called UFO’S or extra terrestrial life for hundreds of years until the recent; we are spiritual beings, ones that go beyond the mundane, do you want to join us? Do you want to open your mind into the endless possibilities that it might hold, to bring out your full potential? I see potential inside you the way you act and behave is logical on your situation. If I was human you might have a chance in killing me, but you see I’m as far from human as possible while retaining a human body. That isn’t the problem here though, I am asking you flat out. . . Are you content in hiding in the shadows, or do you want to become part of what is real? Many of you humans don’t see more than the small 10% of what truly happens, you go on about your lives with so much ignorance that it’s not funny. Yet you seem to be living in harsh conditions harsher than normal, so here’s the question do you want to embrace the truth, or live your life ignorant until you die? K-world could need people like you, we could bring out your hidden potential you just merely have to trade your life for your power, a life for a new life a better life? It’s not really a bad offer is it, I mean you would become a better being. What do you say do you want to change it up abit?”
Page had said, and waited for an answer.