I12DT: Punching Things

by **Nick Varkan** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:15 pm

The punching bag swung as Nick's right fist delivered a mighty blow. Then, naturally, the left fist delivered its righteous vengeance. I'm sure the bag had it coming.

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by **Narrator** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:20 pm

Nick had managed to convince his friend that in some circumstances it was not very useful to wear a heavy leather jacket. Currently, the creature had taken on the appearance of an elaborate tattoo along his upper chest and arms.

After the second hit, a tendril whipped out and slashed at the bag, leaving a long cut in the material.

Satisfaction.

by **Nick Varkan** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:27 pm

"Hold on little dude, I'm not actually trying to destroy it. I break it I bought it."

by **Narrator** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:33 pm

Curiosity. Non-understanding.

by **Nick Varkan** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:43 pm

"It's just exercise. Making the body stronger."

by **Narrator** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:49 pm

The creature respond with a series of barely connected images as they puzzled this out. Strength. Exercise. Training.

Training for...service?

by **Nick Varkan** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:58 pm

Nick shuddered a little.

"Strictly voluntary training. Not to serve anyone but me."

by **Narrator** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 4:04 pm

Understanding.

Master.

The word was soft and reverent in Nick's mind.

by **Nick Varkan** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:53 pm

"Wait what?"

by **Narrator** » Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:29 pm

Simplicity. Annoyance.

There are masters. There are slaves. You are a master.

Simplicity.

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:20 am

"Who taught you that?"

by **Narrator** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:44 am

Puzzled.

No one taught me. It just is.

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 2:15 pm

"No. It isn't. In fact, that way of thinking is one of the things I joined the X-Men to fight."

by **Narrator** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 2:18 pm

Horrified.

You are wrong.

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 2:20 pm

"If I'm a master, where are my slaves?"

by **Narrator** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 2:24 pm

Frustration.

It does not matter. It is how you are born. Master...

A picture of Nick.

Slave.

People in pens. Collars around their necks.

Simple.

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 2:40 pm

"You know who invented that philosophy? Cruel, greedy men with tiny dicks and delusions of wisdom."

by **Narrator** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 2:53 pm

Hurt. Angry. The creature remained silent. Apparently Nick was getting the silent treatment now.

by **Nick Varkan** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 3:11 pm

Nick hit the bag extra hard, angry himself.

by **Narrator** » Tue Oct 08, 2013 11:52 pm

Black spikes exploded from his fists, skewering the punching bag.

by **Nick Varkan** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:47 am

He blinked.

"Okay... that... was actually pretty fucking awesome."

by **Melody Martens** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:59 am

"Varkan, I go on one mission with you alone and you come back with something out of the X-Files attached to you. What did you do this time?" Melody smirked, leaning on a weight machine and watching him skewer the punching bag. I got bored reading your vague as hell report, so dish."

by **Nick Varkan** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 2:16 pm

"What? This?' he smirked, pointing at the 'tattoo' on his bare chest and arms, "I was yummy apparently... though it's not actually eating me."

by **Melody Martens** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 3:16 pm

"Yet," she smirked.

"It's a good look for you though. I mean, it could have turned into poorly translated Chinese symbols but it chose that, so it can't be that malicious, right?"

by **Narrator** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 3:16 pm

Shy.

Hello.

by **Nick Varkan** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 3:32 pm

"It seems alright for being raised and tortured by mad scientists. Also it says hi."

by **Melody Martens** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 4:47 pm

"Well. I don't know why I'm surprised by weirdness at this place. You'd think I'd've learned by now...hi," she chuckled. "Does it have a name? Or a gender?"

by **Nick Varkan** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 7:03 pm

"Not that it's told me."

by **Melody Martens** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 7:14 pm

”and you've, I hope, contacted some of the science/medical types about this, right? I only question your judgement occasionally. Like a few weeks ago when I'm pretty certain I saw you leaving the Rose and Crown with a local woman who looked old enough to be your mother." she teased.

by **Nick Varkan** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:24 pm

"Of course I did, and they learned quite a bit about it. From how it's feeding on my TK field to it being made of Darkforce. Not a Venom type thing thank God."

by **Melody Martens** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:43 pm

"Alright. Good. ...er...is it? The darkforce stuff still confuses me."

by **Nick Varkan** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:13 pm

"You and me both. Apparently it's only usually evil."

by **Melody Martens** » Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:25 pm

"And thus far, no desires to consume the livers of the high school students?" she smirked.

by **Narrator** » Thu Oct 10, 2013 12:24 am

Questioning.

What is "evil"?

by **Nick Varkan** » Thu Oct 10, 2013 9:47 am

"Aaand now it wants to know what evil is."

"Morally wrong. Morality being something priests and philosophers have been trying to figure out forever. I can't define it any better, but I know evil when I see it. Most cultures agree on murder being evil though, for example. Maybe I can show you.

He concentrated on everything he saw as evil, including slavery before he realized he should maybe have left that out for now.

by **Narrator** » Thu Oct 10, 2013 9:55 am

Indifference.

by **Melody Martens** » Thu Oct 10, 2013 11:41 am

"So why you and not me or Will? You said it's eating your TK somewhat?"

by **Nick Varkan** » Thu Oct 10, 2013 2:06 pm

"It likes psionic fields or something, and there weren't any teeps around."

by **Melody Martens** » Thu Oct 10, 2013 3:36 pm

"Well. As long as it isn't hurting you, guess it isn't so bad, right?"

by **Nick Varkan** » Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:07 pm

"It's a nice enough living blob of shadow."

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