New Beginning 17: Souls of Intellect

[Philote]

(It is group fight, Unless you mean next being evil, in which case ask others)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(Yeah, being evil. I So want to be next... )

[Zaleramancer]

(Check the private forum. Everyone. Now.)

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Mina and I show up at the field of battle ready to combat Philote and Mina says, "So this is the one behind all of this?"

I reply, "I guess so."

Mina says, "Well then I'm ready for the fight to begin. This'll be amusing."

[Philote]

(@Zale:

Does Dryad have access to the private forum?

I'll start tomorrow on fight, it is getting kind of late)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I don't believe she does.

It's possible, but, um...not likely.

Not that she needs it.

She's not really involved with the subject at hand.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(No, I do not have access to the private forum. Thanks for asking though.)

[Philote]

(I'd nominate you for the privilege, you're active enough. Also, ever going to get an avatar for yourself? Should probably be discussing this elsewhere )  

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(If you can figure out how to put an avatar up for this site using a DSi then I'd be much obliged.)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

You don't have any access to a computer?

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Yes, but Parental Controls keeps me from going on to this site.

[Zaleramancer]

We're a baaaaad site?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

How strict are the controls?

We can't possibly warrant anything worse than a 'moderate' on Google's SafeSearch...

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

More of noneducational.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

How strict is: "Anything we didn't say yes to you can't access."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Oh, my...

Well, good luck with that.

Maybe tell them it's a creative writing forum?

[Philote]

Good luck that sounds harsh. If you do all your posts from a DSi though, I'm impressed.

[Zaleramancer]

U: Well, I'm sure there's some way past that.

[Myself]

Since this is New Beginning, I'll ask you a simple question:

What would you do about it if we all got our power right here, right now.

[Myself]

I'm going to start writing as a non-powered human being; your average Joe.

His name is Jackson Thomas (a name from the top of my head).

My normal character may make an appearance or two.

Here we go:
"Alright, here I was, minding my own business, when one of those superpowered freaks smashes into my apartment! He didn't even apologise for it!" I narrated.

"I know, I know, this pub gets a lot of those stories these days. I remember the days when the world lacked those who could levitate continents with their minds." Said the bartender "It was simpler, safer and more predictable".

I was chatting with a bartender and two friends. We met here every week on a Friday after work, to discuss world issues. Today, we were talking about the gods who call themselves human.

"Would both of you stop it? I was saved by one of those "weird" people, in a way no normal human could do so." Argued my old college friend Peter. "If it weren't for their efforts, I wouldn't be speaking to you right now; I would have died months ago".

"Oh come on Peter!" Shouted the bartender, who was getting annoyed by this point "They were playing a drinking game, based on the amount of lives they could save! What they do is inhumane, merely saving lives as a side effect".

"Aaaagh! You're so stubborn; ever since their appearance, you've changed, like you've had a stroke or something!" Bellowed Peter, who looked a bit drunk at this time. "William, you agree with me, don't you?"

William then replied "Yes I do, as I have seen more people saved in our hospital in the last few months than in my 20-year career, all due to these so-called "freaks". Besides, they feed the starving, provide new technology, keep world peace and colonize space and other universes, preventing overpopulation on Earth. Just remember, they were once normal, most of them teenagers and are trying to get on with their lives and powers."

"How can you say that?" Asked the bartender "Only God deserves that kind of power, yet these...uh...people play with that power like it's a new toy! How can we trust them anyway? Our government tried to get information from one of them and he trashed the army as easily as we swat a fly on our shoulder! What's worse, they could be listening to our conversation right now and there's nothing we can do about it." The Bartender looked across the room to a kid sitting at a table with a friend. They had not ordered anything yet, so he asked "Hey, are you going to order something, or what?"

The kid stood up, revealing his true height and lankiness. He then said "I heard what you said about the superhumans. You will be pleased to know that I am one of them, with over 200 non-mimicked powers and that I do not take such discriminatory comments lightly." The Bartender then levitated, flew over the counter and was grasped by the neck, before being tossed effortlessly through a wall.

The Bartender, still recovering, said "Jester, please do not harm me, I am of no threat to you."

The kid laughed, amused by this, saying "First of all, I'm not Jester. Jester would have enslaved your family, liquified you house and turned this pub into an eternal prison for all inside within a second for saying that. Secondly, I'm one of the nicer superhumans, showing you mercy. I'm full aware you're of no threat to me; the world's combined armies and nuclear weapons are of no threat to me."

At this point, William, myself and Peter leaped at the kid who, without moving, froze us in midair.

The Kid looked up, saying "I have three functional minds in my head and a mastery of telekinesis; those two alone, heck, even just telekinesis, is enough for me to hold off your attacks. I'll leave you with a prophecy though, since I have sympathy. It is this "Whoever saves one life shall be saved themselves, just as one who takes lives will themselves suffer." He promptly teleported away.

"What was that about?" Wondered William.

"I think we need to alert the government of yet another prophecy a superhuman is unwilling to deliver directly to them" I answered.


How's the first chapter?