Catching the Wind
30th of September 2006 A.D.
"Believe me. I know the feeling. I really do. I grew up with it, even. I won't provide a magical immediate solution right now, not when you are so angry and not thinking clearly. What I will provide, however, are the means. I'll talk to some people, arrange training in how to fight, provide equipment if you want it."
Though you are pretty sure Olivia believes in both your sympathy and your willingness to help her train with weapons she seems a lot more dubious on the prospect that she can learn these things so you add: "And if, by Christmas, you still want to keep fighting, we'll discuss the topic again. I might have something by that time".
Gift of Inner Darkness for Christmas, you are pretty sure there is a cheesy late night horror movie in that one, the kind you sneak downstairs to watch when you were in middle school. Usum apparently finds your memories of Silent Night Deadly Night Four entertaining.
That settles it he really is a part of me.
"Thanks, I... I'll try my best. We are wrapping up a show this month so I could take something with fewer hours to have time for the training."
"Training? What the... what's going on here?" Daniel wanders on in with a six-pack of beer.
The question of how much to tell him is rendered rather moot when Lydia proclaims with a roll of her eyes: "An Akuma, that is a hellsworn vampire, apostate from the Jade Court, just claimed his lord has some kind of claim on Molly's power, the one she found in Arctis Tor and burns steady on the altar of her soul. The kind of thing you expect from monsters with a grudge against history."
She goes quiet for a moment, listening to a voice only she can hear. Whatever words her father said to her they make her look momentarily uneasy. She waves off Daniel's worried look. "It's nothing I just learned that even divine assholes sometimes have reasons for being what they are. Still reasons or no Emma-O must be opposed."
Your little brother does not look... particularly worried about that. "So are we going to drink this or did I sneak this past the check out
and the cops for nothing?" he asks motioning to the beer in question.
On the one hand there is plenty of other stuff to do and people to call, but with Anna alerted and calling the others none of it's urgent, so you decide to not let the intrusion ruin the evening. Thus you discover that while beer still tastes fine you no longer get even a little buzzed from it. When Daniel dares you to prove it you jump three headstones and do a somersault over the third to the cheers of at least one of the owners inside six seconds.
"Damn I'm fast," you laugh, the wind roaring in your ears, parting before your will.
A mostly faded memory prods at your thoughts:
An object at rest remains at rest, and an object in motion remains in motion at constant speed and in a straight line unless acted on by an unbalanced force. That's Newton's First Law though you seem to be less well acquainted with the Third. A bit more testing proves you can't actually accelerate forever, that would be silly. No you can just run flat out at about a hundred and fifty miles per hour and never
ever get tired. You laugh and laugh at the sheer joy of motion amid the crowd of still cheering specters.
"Man, that's really unfair you know," Daniel shakes his head with a smile. "You not needing a car and having two of 'em" Even though he is goodnatured about it you're pretty sure there is a kernel of real jealousy in there.
What do you do?
[] Offer to buy him a car as soon as he gets his license, you have the money and you can make more
[] Leave be, mom would probably prefer that you did not splash money around this obviously
[] Write in
OOC: A bit of a lighter update and a lighter vote while I consider how to handle the alchemy eureka moment and the teacup ninja charm.