THAT'S NOT MUSIC! (Worm CYOA V3)

[We Just Write]

Spoiler: build

Difficulty: Standard (+5 points)

Powers
-Wildcard*3
--Conceptual Music (Rating 9)
--Soul Reading (Rating 5)
--Enhanced Athleticism (Rating 7)
-Twins (Leet)(Jailbreak to remove problems with re-making old inventions)

Advantages
-Man of mystery

Disadvantages (must pay 2 points worth of suffering)
-Geas (Can not reveal origins)
-Without a map +1 (Hello Detroit)

I awoke slowly, awareness returning in fits and starts. Suddenly I snapped to full focus as I felt someone rifling through my coat pockets. I briefly looked up into the face of a freckled blonde lady, before I rolled out of the way and sprang to my feet. She looked shocked, and as I looked more closely at her I realized she had a slight glowing aura around her. Eventually she broke eye contact with me, and I walked away from the alleyway into the throngs of people on the sidewalk.

As I walked, I realized that it was't just her who had one of those auras, the same applied to everyone I looked at, but they were all different. I also was coming to the realization that I really wasn't anywhere near home any more. Alright, priorities. The person who just tried to rob me quickly dropped to the bottom of the list, compared to some other parts of my predicament she just wasn't relevant.

First priority is to figure out where I am, thankfully it's still somewhere that English is the dominant language, but aside from that all I've really got is that it's some kind of city. Second priority is to make contact with home if at all possible, and see if I can arrange some form of transportation.

Idly, I started whistling as I walked in a direction I hoped would lead me to a mass transportation stop of some variety. I most definitely was not expecting for my next step to suddenly send me flailing into the air. I frantically screamed out "NO! GET ME DOWN!" in a strangely rythmic tone as I was launched into the sky at immense speeds. My wish was granted as my momentum was suddenly reversed, sending me screaming back down towards the ground. As I rapidly approached my doom, I felt it appropriate to recite a line from a specific song, namely "I'm coming in hot, you heard me."

I certainly did 'come in hot' as I suddenly manifested a fiery aura. Just before impact, I saw people frantically dodging out of the way. I hit the ground a lot more gently than I'd feared, but still hard enough to black out.

When I awoke once more, I was chained to a hospital bed. I groaned as I felt the pain streak throughout my body, the whole of my physical existence screaming at me that I should never do that again. Given how many bones I'd probably broken, I was inclined to agree. I laid there moaning for around 6 minutes before eventually a group of 3 people came in. The one at the fore was obviously some variety of medical practitioner, and behind her was a man in a business suit, and some guy in tights. The auras on the first two were fairly normal, but the third... He was just... damaged somehow, and there were strange eddies in him that simply couldn't be natural.

Eventually the man in the suit spoke up with "Unidentified Parahuman, you recently and recklessly used multiple highly hazardous abilities in a public space. We'll need to be asking you some questions, however, given the condition you were found in, it was elected to do it here rather than back at PRT HQ. First, what is your name?"

I compliantly answered, before immediately asking "Could you please tell me where I am?" Suddenly something jogged in my brain about where I was. He'd called me a Parahuman. That terminology was only used in Worm to my knowledge, meaning that I was likely in the semi-civilized death world that called itself Earth Bet. Crap.

The man in the suit continued with his barrage of questions, refusing to dignify me with so much as a single acknowledgement that I was repeatedly asking where I was. The fact that I couldn't tell him my place of birth, or past (much to my consternation), only made him even more suspicious of me. Eventually, I couldn't take it any more, and just sort of... shut down. I just didn't care enough about this asshole to bother responding to him, nothing else was providing me with any stimulus, and I wasn't in any condition to leave what with most of the bones in my body being broken and being chained to the bed.

I eventually started paying attention when the man in the suit relented and the guy in tights spoke up with "I apologize for my associate's behavior. For your information, you are currently in Detroit."

I nodded as best I could, and it occurred to me to ask "How long was I out anyway?"

He answered "You were unconscious for the last 4 days. Mind if I tell you your options? Well, once you get out of the hospital anyway. I'm Halt by the way." I made another miniscule nod, and he took that as a signal to continue. Ultimately I decided to join the Wards, yes there would be restrictions on me, but the whole 'helping me learn to control my powers' bit was very interesting to me given that any time I did something even the slightest bit musical it warped reality.

Of course I still had an expected hospital stay of several months, so I requested some reading material, and settled in for the long haul.