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I tuned out the droning noise of the electric motor and the rapid slap of feet against rubber. Instead, I took advantage of the time I had, to try and work out just what I was capable of. I was in here for 'Power Testing' after all.
As you may have already become aware Mis... I sent the mental equivalent of a glare in her direction.
Taylor. You will not be inconvenienced by the, usually less restrictive, motion of running. Little should be able to stop you from doing such either.
That is handy I guess. An understatement, seeing as I was already flat-out sprinting on the treadmill. My breathing was just as steady as before I had started. I glanced at the speed reading and was surprised by just how fast I was going.
Wow, twenty-eight miles an hour? This is a lot easier than my initial foray into jogging. So what else do I have? I mean the hair, the eyes and the muscle building kung-fu are pretty obvious, but there is more, isn't there?
Indeed. From what I know of Infernal Monster Style-
What? I interrupted. That sounded absurdly ominous.
The martial arts style that you seem to have inherited from your previous life. He was a master practitioner of the native style of Green Sun Princes.
Yeah, but what's with the name? He Who Laughs at Misfortune said something about me being infernal, but I did have more important things on my mind at the time.
Ah, yes. There was a worrisome pause in our conversation.
Well Green Sun Princes have also been known as Infernal Exalted. They are similar, yet different, to the First Age's Solar Exalted. The first memories you saw would have been from one of those. The Yozi improved upon the design and thus created the Green Sun Princes. Some took poorly to such an endeavour and thus have dubbed them with such a dubious epithet.
So basically, I have this 'Exaltation' thing, that used to be a 'Solar' and is now 'Infernal', because some demon-god-things messed around with it?
If you want to be insulting by comparing the Yozi to such lesser beings as demons and gods. But yes, that is an accurate enough description of affairs.
But aren't you a demon. Isn't that being harsh on yourself?
Perhaps. But I am not so deluded as to think I am anywhere near the significance of even a Second Circle Demon, let alone one of the architects of Creation.
Huh. Well when you put it that way... Anyway, Infernal Monster Style.
If you prefer, some have called it Infernal Hero Style.
I considered it for a moment.
I'm not sure that makes it any better.
Either way, that style is known for its brutally effective strikes and using the enemy against themselves.
Let me guess, by swinging people around as weapons.
Ah, so you witnessed some of that in your memories. Yes, 'World Breaker Grip' as I believe the technique is called. It is one of the more iconic aspects of the style, often expanding to using them as shields against their allies. Other techniques include accelerated charges towards the enemy, which I believe you used last night, and overwhelming strikes that can shatter the landscape with their power. You have not displayed such a technique as yet, but it should be within your grasp if you wish to pursue mastery in the style. I would advise that you avoid focusing on some aspects of the art, which tend toward invoking berserk rage to destroy your foes. I have seen excessive collateral damage inflicted by such in the past.
Yeah, let's avoid losing control. I pondered this for a moment.
There is a certain appeal to beating up one Nazi with another. Just a shame that I probably look grotesque whenever I use the style.
I think it more likely that you would look suitably awe inspiring, but I cannot judge without being able to witness your appearance.
I felt an eyebrow arching by itself.
Are you trying to butter me up for something?
Why would I want to... This is a local proverb is it not?
Yes. I sighed.
I other words, trying to gain favour though compliments.
I would have thought that such a thing would be the logical result of being in the presence of greatness. Perhaps this stretch of Creation is more different than expected.
I should hope so, seeing as I am pretty sure we aren't in Creation.
What do you mean? We are certainly not in Malfeas, and things are much too orderly for this to be the Wyld.
We are in Brockton Bay. That is a city in a country called The United States of America. That in turn is on a world called Earth. Or Earth Bet to be precise, seeing as there is at least one other Earth out there, and probably a lot more. I figure this 'Creation' place is one of them.
Her verbal silence stretched on interminably, even as her song continued on. I could only guess that it was a lot for her to absorb. I got lost in the rhythm of my pounding feet as I left her to her thoughts. After a while, she broke the silence with a heart wrenchingly timid tone.
But how am I here if this is not Creation?
Must have been when that shadow thing happened. Adorjan seemed to imply that this laughing guy had escaped and shouldn't return, on pain of death. Either that, or some horrific un-birthing. Seriously, what is a Neverborn? You mentioned them before as well.
Ah, the Neverborn. Well... The Primordials, the creators of Creation who became the Yozi, some of them were slain during the Usurpation. Unfortunately, Creation was never designed to take into account the previously impossible event of a Primordial dying. As she continued on, she sounded more certain as much of her wavering diminished.
Instead of them ceasing to exist, they became the Neverborn. Not dead, yet not alive, and in constant agony if rumours are to be believed. I have never met one, thankfully, but all sorts of things get told of them and their Abyssal Exalted servants.
That sounds like some seriously overblown cosmic horror. Like something by that Lovecraft guy that a couple of PHO posters keep harping on about. Speaking of, what is this Usurpation thing that you've mentioned a few times?
There was more of the relative silence as she seemed to gather her thoughts.
The Primordials were overthrown by their creations, the Incarnae, with help from traitors and their own creations, the Exalted. Two of the Primordials, Autochthon and Gaia, plotted with The Unconquered Sun and Luna, among others, to uplift mortals into weapons powerful enough to fight against the rightful rulers of Creation. Thus the Celestial Exalted and the Dragon-blooded were made.
Tales of that frightful conflict have been passed down in the millennia since, but of most import is that several Primordial were slain, and to avoid such a horrid fate, the rest surrendered. Gaia, seemingly in a fit of guilt, argued against their execution. As a result, the remaining Primordials were crippled, and then bound by powerful oaths upon their very existences. Thus they became the Yozi, imprisoned inside the very body of their king, he who is now Malfeas.
I ran in silence as her words sunk in. Creators of a whole world, or possibly a universe given the crazy weirdness involved, taken down and imprisoned by their own pseudo-children. I would have called it tragic, if not for what I'd seen of said Creators. I couldn't really say they didn't deserve it, if they were anything back then like they were now. In the end, there was only one suitable way to describe the situation.
That is so incredibly fucked up.
You may understand now why the Yozi would prefer to fix Creation. Though how that is relevant now that we are seemingly no longer there, I could not even begin to guess. I... I am scared.
Without the distraction that the impromptu history lesson provided, her voice once more resonated with uncertainty.
Why?
I was chosen to carry an Exaltation to assist with the Reclamation of Creation, but now I find that very purpose all but moot. I do not know what I am supposed to do.
Well, given lack of any other options, you can always hang out in my skull and give me useful advice. My eye-roll would be of limited use to Sorrowful Hymn, but probably confused a few of the PRT guys who were watching if not for the visor. I imagined that if she still had a face, it would be slack and blinking at that moment.
Oh. Oh, yes. Forgive me Mistress. I have let my own concerns interfere with my duties to you.
I sighed once more. Maybe it was a lost cause to get her to actually use my name consistently.
It's alright. I can imagine it is a lot to take in. But back to the matter at hand. What else can I do, as one of these 'Infernal' Exalted?
Well, you should have already noticed that you can sense incoming danger and react to it quickly. That and you can dodge exceptionally well, to the point that none can strike you if you enforce the matter with Essence.
I still got shot. I reminded her.
Ah, I should clarify. Adorjan's Charms often rely on continued movement to function. Just as Adorjan endlessly blows through Malfeas as the Silent Wind, you too can be as untouchable if you emulate her. After all, who can strike the wind?
So basically, I can dodge bullets if I run fast enough.
A rather blunt interpretation, but yes. If you are in motion, you should be able to avoid anything. As long as you have the Essence to make it so.
Well that explains why I couldn't seem to dodge that sniper when I had no trouble with the rest of it.
I would recommend hit and run tactics, or alternatively, you could invest further growth of your being into becoming as durable as Malfeas himself.
If not for the strangely specific powers I had gained, I think I would have stumbled in surprise.
Wait, hold up a minute. I can get more powers?
Did I not say you could?
I thought back to her recruitment pitch, and she did kind of imply something like that.
I just figured you were exaggerating for the sales pitch when you mentioned surpassing Gods.
A musical giggle filled my head as something I said amused my head-demon.
If anything, I was understating the matter. Most Gods are quite minor beings in the grand scheme of things. Over time, and through great deeds, you will become more powerful and skilled in whatever direction you focus. As one of Adorjan's chosen, you are attuned to her. So too can I feel the influence of Malfeas' favour. Improving your abilities in line with theirs will come more naturally, but focus your will in other ways, and you may develop Charms more in keeping with the abilities of other Yozi.
Charms? You had mentioned that before, and obviously aren't talking about attractiveness, jewellery or breakfast cereal.
I do not understand the significance of the last, but I believe there may be something lost in translation. A Charm is a particular expression of power, sometimes innate, others requiring a more active implementation. For example, your improved grace and speed, while partially a result of your improved physique, is more so provided by some of the most basic Charms of Adorjan, ones that are so in line with her being that, as one of her chosen, become natural extensions of yourself. These are permanent improvements. Others, like Infernal Monster Style, require a more active use of Essence to invoke.
Beyond what I have already covered, I believe you are also emulating Adorjan's tireless travel. You do not, after all, seem to have suffered any exhaustion after running for so long.
I had noticed that, yes.
You have already made much use of Adorjan's ability to sever ties to those that hurt you and are unworthy of your attention. In turn, that must mean you have another capability that you have yet to use.
What is it, and how does that even work?
The Charm?
More the bit where having one of these 'Charms' means I must have another one.
Ah. There seems to be a natural flow of interconnectivity when it comes to emulating the Yozi. Certain Charms only manifest in Princes who have already attained earlier ones in the chain. Or perhaps tree is a better word? For example, as you have taken on some of Adorjan's speed and tirelessness, you could branch out into being able to ignore things like the solidity of surfaces, or even gravity as you already do other simple obstacles.
So I could fly?
Eventually, first I believe you would be able to run on water, or lines of string, or even on ceilings, but eventually flight would be achievable. I do not understand why it happens this way, as while I am familiar with some of the abilities that Princes use, I do not claim to be a scholar of them. Regardless, having what is colloquially known as 'Freedom Let's Go', seems to require another Charm known as 'Sacred Kamilla's Inhalation'.
Why do I suddenly feel like I am living in one of those Japanese cartoons?
I would not know, as I am not familiar with this thing you speak of. To return to the point at hand, Kamilla is one of the daughters of Adorjan, a benevolent wind who carries away corpses, cleaning the streets of Malfeas. The Charm itself allows you to breath for a time by inhaling the Essence of corpses, dissolving them in the process.
I blinked several times as the implications sunk in.
That sounds both disgusting and surprisingly useful.
I have not heard any complaints about taste, if that is what you are worried about. Tales tell of Scourges using slaughtered foes to avoid suffocation, or just using it to clean up after themselves. After all, a trail of corpses can lead to many awkward questions.
That is the understatement of the century.
I do believe that title belongs to the statement that 'Adorjan is scary'.
I chuckled under my breath.
Okay, you win. So what other things could I do if I chose to pursue them?
Hmmm. Given what I have been able to sense of your power, you could easily learn to deliver a veritable storm of strikes, or even be in multiple places at once by making duplicates of yourself. You could adopt more characteristics of Her daughters, surrounding yourself with stone eroding winds, or clad yourself in blinding light as you gain great speed. Perhaps you would like to become even more untouchable? To the point that even the sky being blotted out by arrows would pose no threat to you. You could even move so fast as to become invisible. How about gaining sustenance from dispatching your foes, or you could even learn to love as strongly and frighteningly as Adorjan herself and in doing so, become more capable of protecting or teaching those you care for.
Umm, lets pass on those last two for now. I shuddered a little at the reminders of just how terrifying my patron was.
What about Malfeas then?
I believe you have already taken on some of his durability after you were wounded. Your subconscious need to avoid injury seems to have developed into an appropriate Charm. Beyond resilience, to both physical and mental threats, you could learn to harness the fires of the Green Sun, laying waste to your foes. You are already more competent when emulating Malfeas.
How is that?
As you've already discovered, music, but also dance, can become all the more impressive by your will, as these are the, poorly hidden, joys of the City of Brass. But anything that is done with forceful, overwhelming or ostentatious flair will be reinforced by the power of the King of the Yozi. He is... not subtle. But by invoking his own obvious and magnificent presence, and acting in a way that embodies the concepts of his being, the world will bend to your expectations. Simply command it, and your subjects will kneel before you, as is natural.
You and I have rather different interpretations of the word 'natural'.
I shall endeavour to educate you then, Mistress. I caught a hint of amusement in her otherwise neutral tone.
Well, it's good to hear your mood improving. So, showboat my way to success. At least I don't have to act like Adorjan to be better. That would be-
"Ah, Dervish?" The voice of one of the PRT guys broke my train of though via obnoxious P.A. "You can stop running now."
"Oh, okay." I leaped off the still running treadmill and landed gracefully, before immediately being subjected to a brief sensation of disconnected motion. It passed rather quickly, but it did make me wonder how long I had been on it for. "How long was that?"
The guy up in the observation deck leaned over the microphone again.
"We decided that there wasn't any point continuing after twenty minutes with no increase in heart rate or drop in speed." I nodded at that. I wasn't feeling tired at all, so that seemed about right with what she had told me. "Though if we have time later, we would be interested in seeing if there is a maximum."
"I'd probably get bored long before I reach one." I called out as I picked up a towel to wipe off my, surprisingly non-existent, sweat. Shrugging, I slung the towel over my shoulder anyway. A quick sniff showed no increase in odour either. An oddly practical quirk. Weird, but actually pretty cool. "So what next?"
"Well, given that you have super human stamina and some impressive musculature, I want to move on to the strength tests." He gestured over towards an overly complicated set of levers, weights and cables, even as one of the other technicians moved over there to assist.
"Okay then. Let's see just how strong I am."
The answer was more that I had expected, but less that I had hoped. Easily benching two hundred pounds without much effort. Pushing myself, I drew some surprised remarks when I more than tripled that. I felt that I probably could have done more. I figured that it would involve hitting some people first though, if my brief experience with my unfortunately-named kung-fu was anything to go by. It was then however, that I noticed something strange.
"Aww damn, I'm getting sweaty?"
"Welcome to the rest of the world ma'am." The technician acting as my spotter said even as his lips curled in amusement at my suffering.
"Yeah, I know. But after not breaking a sweat from twenty minutes of sprinting, this just doesn't make any damn sense."
"Parahuman powers rarely do."
With time, this too may be bypassed through Adorjan's endless endurance.
Let me guess, there's a Charm for that?
Rather, one you already have exhibited should grow in power as you do.
So, what you're saying, is that there is a Charm for that.
If you insist. She sighed.
"You can say that again." I shook my head, partially at the bizarre logic of my abilities, and partially because of Sorrowful Hymn. "So, what now?"
"For now," the booth guy announced, "we get Aegis and one of our agents in to spar with you to gauge your skills. Both with and without your powers active."
"Ooh, that should be interesting." I couldn't help but feel excited. After what felt like at least a few hours of paperwork, and about half an hour of this, I was more that a little bored. Alas, my relief from monotony was delayed several more minutes as we all waited for my opponents to arrive.
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Okay, so I'm a bit of a tease, but I figured I'd release this into the wild rather than waiting possibly another day or three to add the sparring and such.