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"Shit!" Aster hissed with panicked eyes, meeting a rightfully astonished Brahm's gaze. The blonde man's primal fear instinct had unwillingly taken the lead, something not even he could hide from Aster. He couldn't even be satisfied with the weakness he'd forced upon the man constricting him, as it wasn't necessarily his intention going into this to make the move he did. He was overcome with fear and instilling that same feeling in the other man did nothing to ease it.
Even if he wanted to, Aster couldn't gloat long before the tendrils tightened around him. He lurched forward with as much force as he could through his restrains, coughing weakly with wide eyes. His hands darted to the rescue, desperately clawing at the ligature squeezing his throat to no avail. He stared at Brahm in horror as he struggled with what was going on in his head, pleading he snap out of it and let him go with strained croaks. Either Aster wasn't loud enough or the fear he'd induced in Brahm had gone too far, but this guy was really absorbed in mending his mental state instead of loosening his grip.
"You p-p...rov...ed your p-p...oint..." he wheezed, wincing as the tendrils dug into his skin tighter, "I'm s...o...rry..." The volume of his voice was pitifully low, despite how loud he wanted to scream for help. Aster had to hope this wasn't intentional and was merely a product of his impulsive decision to overreact to Brahm's display of power. Surely it wouldn't be in his benefit to kill Aster?
Aster gasped when Brahm released him, or at least took hold of him a little less tightly. He dropped his shoulders and breathed heavily to make up for what he'd just let his lungs go through. He entered a coughing fit, which was only prolonged by the way Brahm's thin extensions sunk into his flesh. He nodded when asked if he was the culprit of Brahm's bout of dazed panic, his eyes wet with tears from how hard he was coughing.
"It's a side effect," Aster shot back, slowly gaining the confidence to bluff right to Brahm's face. He life was completely in the man's handsโthat much was clearโbut he knew well of the risks he'd be facing before ever embarking on his journey to Wilmont. If he couldn't stare fear back in the eyes with a straight face, how could he ever hope to get stronger? All of his epiphanies and sleepless nights initially cursing his power would be in vain if he let himself succumb to his crippling fright once more. "A product of your fear, if you will," he added, deflecting from the fact that he'd just had a brush with death and pleaded for his life. You can sense fear. Not him. However intuitive he is, you've got the edge here.
His face filled with shock and outrage at Brahm's next words; Aster couldn't believe how nonchalantly he was lying through his teeth. As if a simple exhibition of his abilities required him to come off so sinister! "You call that a demonstration!?" he exclaimed, rubbing his wrists, which had bright red strips burned onto them due to the tendrils' iron grip, "That was more than a demonstration. In fact, I'd say even more than a display of power! You did that on purpose. To catch me off guard." Well, it worked.
Aster was unamused with Brahm's remarks. He crossed his arms, leering at the man who had just insulted the ability he was given. "I suppose you could call it that. Although, I must say..." Aster paused, watching Brahm mindlessly manipulate the writhin appendages coming out of his body. He couldn't suppress a look of disgust, as though Brahm was messing with gnarled, two foot long fingernails like those ladies on reality television. "Normally, I'm pretty decent at deducing specific fears. You, though, I couldn't get a good enough read on. This might be a bit disadvantageous to share, but it really hinders my abilities."
His face scrunched up as he scrutinized every angle of Brahm's face, digging for any reaction to what he'd said. Aster didn't expect much, because he knew Brahm knew exactly what he was talking about. "You're hiding a lot. And it's clear as day." Aster spoke coldly, but with no hint of threat or ill-intent in his voice. Enough games. "Whatever that is, you can't expect to be trusted so easily based on convincing smiles alone."
He looked down at Brahm's hand, then back up to his face, hesitating over whether or not to appear hesitant. At first, it seemed like some bizarre joke to form a partnership with two people who had obviously gotten off to a bad start. Even so, they both likely knew they'd get further in their respective pursuits working together, as other people with powers would be hard to come by. Brahm's motives were questionable, and Aster couldn't be so sure it was as simple as getting stronger, but at the end of the day he was his only lead.
After a few pensive moments, Aster broke through the tension and reached out to give Aster a weak handshake. "Deal. I think we can be a lot of help to each other." It felt odd seeing Brahm without things coming out of his back, despite him only displaying his power for a few minutes max. Aster wondered what he looked like to Brahm while he used his power; did he just look like he was spacing out? Or was it the opposite? Perhaps it was a face of intense concentration. Or completely normal, which would make the most sense considering Aster had used his power knowingly and unknowingly numerous times in public.
Aster sighed, realizing this alliance met he had to at least offer something to Brahm, who had at least sort of answered all of the questions he'd thrown at him. "In that case, let me start over: I'm Aster Clark. I'm twenty-two and from Boston. I've had this powerโfear inducement, as you call itโfor a little over a year now." Now the hard part. "Why I'm here, who's really to say? I could lie to you just as you did to me. But it seems like you've pretty much got the gist of it down. And maybe a part of me isn't so sure." The dark-haired man laughed softly, a genuine smile forming on his face for just a moment. "To tell you the truth, you're right. I don't really have much else going on."
"So, are you really a botany student?" he queried, eyeing the blonde man curiously, a faint trace of suspicion lingering in the air.
Even if he wanted to, Aster couldn't gloat long before the tendrils tightened around him. He lurched forward with as much force as he could through his restrains, coughing weakly with wide eyes. His hands darted to the rescue, desperately clawing at the ligature squeezing his throat to no avail. He stared at Brahm in horror as he struggled with what was going on in his head, pleading he snap out of it and let him go with strained croaks. Either Aster wasn't loud enough or the fear he'd induced in Brahm had gone too far, but this guy was really absorbed in mending his mental state instead of loosening his grip.
"You p-p...rov...ed your p-p...oint..." he wheezed, wincing as the tendrils dug into his skin tighter, "I'm s...o...rry..." The volume of his voice was pitifully low, despite how loud he wanted to scream for help. Aster had to hope this wasn't intentional and was merely a product of his impulsive decision to overreact to Brahm's display of power. Surely it wouldn't be in his benefit to kill Aster?
Aster gasped when Brahm released him, or at least took hold of him a little less tightly. He dropped his shoulders and breathed heavily to make up for what he'd just let his lungs go through. He entered a coughing fit, which was only prolonged by the way Brahm's thin extensions sunk into his flesh. He nodded when asked if he was the culprit of Brahm's bout of dazed panic, his eyes wet with tears from how hard he was coughing.
"It's a side effect," Aster shot back, slowly gaining the confidence to bluff right to Brahm's face. He life was completely in the man's handsโthat much was clearโbut he knew well of the risks he'd be facing before ever embarking on his journey to Wilmont. If he couldn't stare fear back in the eyes with a straight face, how could he ever hope to get stronger? All of his epiphanies and sleepless nights initially cursing his power would be in vain if he let himself succumb to his crippling fright once more. "A product of your fear, if you will," he added, deflecting from the fact that he'd just had a brush with death and pleaded for his life. You can sense fear. Not him. However intuitive he is, you've got the edge here.
His face filled with shock and outrage at Brahm's next words; Aster couldn't believe how nonchalantly he was lying through his teeth. As if a simple exhibition of his abilities required him to come off so sinister! "You call that a demonstration!?" he exclaimed, rubbing his wrists, which had bright red strips burned onto them due to the tendrils' iron grip, "That was more than a demonstration. In fact, I'd say even more than a display of power! You did that on purpose. To catch me off guard." Well, it worked.
Aster was unamused with Brahm's remarks. He crossed his arms, leering at the man who had just insulted the ability he was given. "I suppose you could call it that. Although, I must say..." Aster paused, watching Brahm mindlessly manipulate the writhin appendages coming out of his body. He couldn't suppress a look of disgust, as though Brahm was messing with gnarled, two foot long fingernails like those ladies on reality television. "Normally, I'm pretty decent at deducing specific fears. You, though, I couldn't get a good enough read on. This might be a bit disadvantageous to share, but it really hinders my abilities."
His face scrunched up as he scrutinized every angle of Brahm's face, digging for any reaction to what he'd said. Aster didn't expect much, because he knew Brahm knew exactly what he was talking about. "You're hiding a lot. And it's clear as day." Aster spoke coldly, but with no hint of threat or ill-intent in his voice. Enough games. "Whatever that is, you can't expect to be trusted so easily based on convincing smiles alone."
He looked down at Brahm's hand, then back up to his face, hesitating over whether or not to appear hesitant. At first, it seemed like some bizarre joke to form a partnership with two people who had obviously gotten off to a bad start. Even so, they both likely knew they'd get further in their respective pursuits working together, as other people with powers would be hard to come by. Brahm's motives were questionable, and Aster couldn't be so sure it was as simple as getting stronger, but at the end of the day he was his only lead.
After a few pensive moments, Aster broke through the tension and reached out to give Aster a weak handshake. "Deal. I think we can be a lot of help to each other." It felt odd seeing Brahm without things coming out of his back, despite him only displaying his power for a few minutes max. Aster wondered what he looked like to Brahm while he used his power; did he just look like he was spacing out? Or was it the opposite? Perhaps it was a face of intense concentration. Or completely normal, which would make the most sense considering Aster had used his power knowingly and unknowingly numerous times in public.
Aster sighed, realizing this alliance met he had to at least offer something to Brahm, who had at least sort of answered all of the questions he'd thrown at him. "In that case, let me start over: I'm Aster Clark. I'm twenty-two and from Boston. I've had this powerโfear inducement, as you call itโfor a little over a year now." Now the hard part. "Why I'm here, who's really to say? I could lie to you just as you did to me. But it seems like you've pretty much got the gist of it down. And maybe a part of me isn't so sure." The dark-haired man laughed softly, a genuine smile forming on his face for just a moment. "To tell you the truth, you're right. I don't really have much else going on."
"So, are you really a botany student?" he queried, eyeing the blonde man curiously, a faint trace of suspicion lingering in the air.
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Elizabeth Bailey
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hery
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Lex stopped in his tracks at the sound of Alex's voice. Out of sheer excitement, he'd already made it a moderate distance from the others toward the woods, so he struck a pose in the background. Deeming it a fitting move, Lex angrily shook his metal detector at the sky, looking like a proper dork. Immediately afterward, he ventured further into the woods, leaving his two friends to catch up with him.
The blonde boy came to a halt and turned around once Sam reached his position, nearly wacking the much taller boy with the metal detector the was holding. He silently and awkwardly watched him as he caught his breath, feeling a pang of guilt for making him exert himself so much. He couldn't quite catch everything Sam was saying through his large gasps of air, but the mention of the map instantly triggered a look of alarm in his face.
"Th-the map!?" he cried, patting his jacket down in a vain attempt to discover a piece of paper he knew deep down that he didn't have on him, "Uh, no, but I figured we could, uh, make our own map. Like cartographers." Out loud it sounded a lot more stupid than he'd intended. How was Lex supposed to know that Sam would go about it more practically!? "I... forgot the paper, though," he admitted lamely, pulling out and observing a now-useless pen out of his jeans pocket.
What a letdown. And Lex was looking forward to mapping out the treasure spots more than actually finding them. Was it discussed that Lex would be the one to bring the mapping materials? Actually, had he even discussed that with the others? "Sorry..."
Lex watched with shame as Sam fiddled with the metal detector, unable to take his mind off of the fact that he'd totally dropped the ball with their adventure. Now they'd just be running in aimless circles, with no proper documentation at all! What fun was that?
Once questioned about how to turn the thing on, Lex reached out a finger to point out the "on" button on the monitor. "I think it's right th-" He quickly retracted his hand when Sam finally figured it out himself, smiling as a means of congratulating him for his intuition.
"Sure, could you get it for me?" Lex requested, holding his metal detector out to Sam. He'd already figured it out himself, but Sam seemed to get some satisfaction from knowing how to operate the thing and he didn't want to step all over that. After all, it was Sam's metal detector he was borrowing, so he owed it to the guy to let him take the lead. Before Sam could turn Lex's metal detector on, it let out a piercing staccato of beeps that triggered a sharp yelp from Lex and sent him stumbling backwards. As the noise blared, he felt like his heart had just been struck by lightning and it beat at the pace of a hummingbird's.
Lex placed a hand over his chest, feeling his slowly declining heart rate. Even through his shirt, the electric tingling on his fingers just barely pricked at his skin. He looked back over to Sam, lowering his metal detector and smiling wide when he realized what this beeping meant. "That's great, man!" he cheered, with no other choice but to regain his composure and continue with the charade. And that's why you turn down the sensitivity first. Why didn't I crank his too!?
"Whaddya think it's gonna be?" he asked into the air, fidgeting nervously, "There's no way we got the real deal this fast, dude. That's so lucky." He looked down at the ground, curious if he was worrying all for nothing. Maybe it was his belt buckle? Or maybe his powers didn't screw with the electromagnetic wave whateverness of the metal detector after all and he was overestimating himself. Perhaps it really was some sort of metal object down below and, with luck, onf of Bachman's sweet, sweet loads of cash. "I wonder if it's straight cash or, like, diamonds and stuff. Do you think he was a gold or silver kind of guy?"
Suddenly, Lex wished he was a pirate. But with the recent development of his abilities, it might just a tad dangerous to go hang in ocean water around a bunch of other people.
The blonde boy came to a halt and turned around once Sam reached his position, nearly wacking the much taller boy with the metal detector the was holding. He silently and awkwardly watched him as he caught his breath, feeling a pang of guilt for making him exert himself so much. He couldn't quite catch everything Sam was saying through his large gasps of air, but the mention of the map instantly triggered a look of alarm in his face.
"Th-the map!?" he cried, patting his jacket down in a vain attempt to discover a piece of paper he knew deep down that he didn't have on him, "Uh, no, but I figured we could, uh, make our own map. Like cartographers." Out loud it sounded a lot more stupid than he'd intended. How was Lex supposed to know that Sam would go about it more practically!? "I... forgot the paper, though," he admitted lamely, pulling out and observing a now-useless pen out of his jeans pocket.
What a letdown. And Lex was looking forward to mapping out the treasure spots more than actually finding them. Was it discussed that Lex would be the one to bring the mapping materials? Actually, had he even discussed that with the others? "Sorry..."
Lex watched with shame as Sam fiddled with the metal detector, unable to take his mind off of the fact that he'd totally dropped the ball with their adventure. Now they'd just be running in aimless circles, with no proper documentation at all! What fun was that?
Once questioned about how to turn the thing on, Lex reached out a finger to point out the "on" button on the monitor. "I think it's right th-" He quickly retracted his hand when Sam finally figured it out himself, smiling as a means of congratulating him for his intuition.
"Sure, could you get it for me?" Lex requested, holding his metal detector out to Sam. He'd already figured it out himself, but Sam seemed to get some satisfaction from knowing how to operate the thing and he didn't want to step all over that. After all, it was Sam's metal detector he was borrowing, so he owed it to the guy to let him take the lead. Before Sam could turn Lex's metal detector on, it let out a piercing staccato of beeps that triggered a sharp yelp from Lex and sent him stumbling backwards. As the noise blared, he felt like his heart had just been struck by lightning and it beat at the pace of a hummingbird's.
Lex placed a hand over his chest, feeling his slowly declining heart rate. Even through his shirt, the electric tingling on his fingers just barely pricked at his skin. He looked back over to Sam, lowering his metal detector and smiling wide when he realized what this beeping meant. "That's great, man!" he cheered, with no other choice but to regain his composure and continue with the charade. And that's why you turn down the sensitivity first. Why didn't I crank his too!?
"Whaddya think it's gonna be?" he asked into the air, fidgeting nervously, "There's no way we got the real deal this fast, dude. That's so lucky." He looked down at the ground, curious if he was worrying all for nothing. Maybe it was his belt buckle? Or maybe his powers didn't screw with the electromagnetic wave whateverness of the metal detector after all and he was overestimating himself. Perhaps it really was some sort of metal object down below and, with luck, onf of Bachman's sweet, sweet loads of cash. "I wonder if it's straight cash or, like, diamonds and stuff. Do you think he was a gold or silver kind of guy?"
Suddenly, Lex wished he was a pirate. But with the recent development of his abilities, it might just a tad dangerous to go hang in ocean water around a bunch of other people.
hery
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The air was tense, and Aster still found himself on edge amid Brahm's efforts to be cordial and forthcoming. It was near impossible to keep up with the firm pressure the man was pushing onto him when it was all behind a friendly face. Aster could take overt intimidation fairly well (that was, unless he was being suffocated by back tendrils), and sometimes could even dish it back. But this method of obviously withholding information and dangling faux innocence in front of Aster's eyes did more than throw him off his guard.
How did I actually let this guy waltz into my room like this?
He was afraid. He was fearful and hadn't an idea in the world what he was supposed to do with this man who, despite all insistencies he wasn't out for blood, had an unmistakably sly and curious layer under the mask he wore. Aster detested this intentional attitude. He despised the feeling that he, who one would think would be the last person to be bound by fear and apprehension, was helpless to the sneaking suspicion that he was being played. He failed to conquer the demons within himself and, as a result, became only that much more sensitive to everyone else's. Aster wanted to call it empathy, but he knew all too well about his deep-seated mistrust in the world.
Nothing good could come of any of this if he didn't just say something. Take a stand. Shake that man's hand harderโsqueezing the knuckles out of his fingers if he had toโto make it known he intended to be taken seriously.
But that would never happen in this state, and Aster felt his hand go pathetically limp as it locked with Brahm's, his eyes darting side to side and unable to focus on the smiling face in front of him. His speech was riddled with cracks and faults in his tone, worthless in conveying some semblance of a cool, sturdy disposition.
Aster's cool(ish) expression dropped to one of complete and utter unamusement, the light in his eyes flickering out as his cheeks burned bright red. "I was starting small!" he interjected defensively, regretting ever agreeing to work with this guy. Suddenly, doing laundry on a Sunday as opposed to Saturday was looking like a much better idea. He crossed his arms and listened impatiently until the blonde man finished laughing, his brows furrowed so low the creases on his forehead began to fold into one another.
Aster listened closely to Brahm's words, comparing it to what he'd already heard so far. He nodded politely every so often, occasionally losing his focus after having to decipher some of the words he was saying through his thick accent, which he felt a little bad he had to do. "I was just curious. I mean, you've got to have a reason to wanna be stronger, right?" He cocked his head to the side, noting the degree of sincerity he carried in his voice. "Although, I do get the feeling. I haven't had much going on for... a while now, really."
"And those powers of yours... for someone so new to this stuff, you seem to have a good handle on it," Aster observed, recalling how dexterous Brahm was in manipulating his aptly named "putayta pahhrs". Never again did he want those horrid tendrils constricting any part of his body; hopefully those red imprints on his wrists would fade before someone got any weird, kinky ideas about him. "You practice a lot or something?"
Aster leaned in forward to peer at Brahm's back, his silent questions about where in the hell his tendrils came from suddenly answered. "Your power doesn't seem all that practical. Can't you make them come out your shirt's neck hole or something?"
Holy hell, this man likes to talk.
All this talk about partnership was getting Aster all... weird. After isolating himself so long, and recently freaking out physically over an (albeit disturbing) display of power, all this preaching about trust and working together felt to soon. Too sudden. Aster wasn't all sure exactly how Brahm liked to operate, but he wasn't buying it.
"I have no problem working with you," he reiterated, his voice balancing between a deadpan and a vaguely warm tone, "If it wasn't already obvious, I didn't exactly have many leads before meeting you, so... to whatever extent I can, yeah, I'll place my trust in you." He hesitated, almost deciding not to continue on. "But make no mistake, there's a difference between placing trust and earning trust. Surely you can understand that part."
How did I actually let this guy waltz into my room like this?
He was afraid. He was fearful and hadn't an idea in the world what he was supposed to do with this man who, despite all insistencies he wasn't out for blood, had an unmistakably sly and curious layer under the mask he wore. Aster detested this intentional attitude. He despised the feeling that he, who one would think would be the last person to be bound by fear and apprehension, was helpless to the sneaking suspicion that he was being played. He failed to conquer the demons within himself and, as a result, became only that much more sensitive to everyone else's. Aster wanted to call it empathy, but he knew all too well about his deep-seated mistrust in the world.
Nothing good could come of any of this if he didn't just say something. Take a stand. Shake that man's hand harderโsqueezing the knuckles out of his fingers if he had toโto make it known he intended to be taken seriously.
But that would never happen in this state, and Aster felt his hand go pathetically limp as it locked with Brahm's, his eyes darting side to side and unable to focus on the smiling face in front of him. His speech was riddled with cracks and faults in his tone, worthless in conveying some semblance of a cool, sturdy disposition.
Aster's cool(ish) expression dropped to one of complete and utter unamusement, the light in his eyes flickering out as his cheeks burned bright red. "I was starting small!" he interjected defensively, regretting ever agreeing to work with this guy. Suddenly, doing laundry on a Sunday as opposed to Saturday was looking like a much better idea. He crossed his arms and listened impatiently until the blonde man finished laughing, his brows furrowed so low the creases on his forehead began to fold into one another.
Aster listened closely to Brahm's words, comparing it to what he'd already heard so far. He nodded politely every so often, occasionally losing his focus after having to decipher some of the words he was saying through his thick accent, which he felt a little bad he had to do. "I was just curious. I mean, you've got to have a reason to wanna be stronger, right?" He cocked his head to the side, noting the degree of sincerity he carried in his voice. "Although, I do get the feeling. I haven't had much going on for... a while now, really."
"And those powers of yours... for someone so new to this stuff, you seem to have a good handle on it," Aster observed, recalling how dexterous Brahm was in manipulating his aptly named "putayta pahhrs". Never again did he want those horrid tendrils constricting any part of his body; hopefully those red imprints on his wrists would fade before someone got any weird, kinky ideas about him. "You practice a lot or something?"
Aster leaned in forward to peer at Brahm's back, his silent questions about where in the hell his tendrils came from suddenly answered. "Your power doesn't seem all that practical. Can't you make them come out your shirt's neck hole or something?"
Holy hell, this man likes to talk.
All this talk about partnership was getting Aster all... weird. After isolating himself so long, and recently freaking out physically over an (albeit disturbing) display of power, all this preaching about trust and working together felt to soon. Too sudden. Aster wasn't all sure exactly how Brahm liked to operate, but he wasn't buying it.
"I have no problem working with you," he reiterated, his voice balancing between a deadpan and a vaguely warm tone, "If it wasn't already obvious, I didn't exactly have many leads before meeting you, so... to whatever extent I can, yeah, I'll place my trust in you." He hesitated, almost deciding not to continue on. "But make no mistake, there's a difference between placing trust and earning trust. Surely you can understand that part."
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How it went...
Click
All the breakers on the left side were switched off all at once and the metal door was slammed shut. The small, cramped bookstore was instantly plunged into inky darkness followed by the sound of hurried feet. There was a loud crash followed by some light swearing before the front door was swung open. A black haired girl slammed the glass door a little too hard and locked it behind her. She stood there in the orange glow of the street light, hands shaking and trying to catch her breath, "Why am I panicking?"
I've been here...
She shook her head as if to clear away her paranoia. No dice, still freaked out. She glanced in either direction. A slight breeze blew up the empty street, causing the woman to pull her jacket closer against the chill. With a shaky breath, Joan put her headphones on and played some music to try to calm down.
Joan tucked her hands into her jacket pockets and focused on her music softly coming through her headphones. Her thoughts drifted to Gary Ridgeway and how she was the exact kind of person he would have dumped into a river. She blinked and glanced over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed.
Stupid...
A flash of light out of the corner of her eye caused Joan to pause and look up. Joan's eyes met a brilliant, beautiful light. A single tear rolled down her cheek as the street around her grew brighter and brighter.
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the fool
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Aster was a little taken aback to know that Brahm actually practiced his abilities in his spare time. Ever since he'd gained his own abilities, he'd toyed around with it often, but he never came to the conclusion that it would develop beyond what he already had. Manipulating fears isn't exactly the same as lifting weights. No... it had to do with brain waves or something, probably. And what better way to exercise one's brain than gaining knowledge? Hence this... whole operation.
At the mention of superheroes, Aster smirked and shook his head. "Superheroes aren't real, but come on," he countered flippantly, "No matter how you slice it, there's an inherent sense of grandiosity that comes with having something most of the world doesn't." The grinning man realized how smug he sounded and he was fine with that. The power he held within him had quickly become his entire life and, whether he was proud of that or not, it filled him with a real sense of worth. "It wouldn't make sense not to own it, even if no one in the world can know but us."
He closely examined Brahm's skin, amazed to have observed no apparent marks from the tendrils that sprung from him just minutes ago. "That's an incredible ability," he muttered, invasively prodding at his back just to be sure, "You're like a shorter, Southern Slenderman. But, uh, without all the malice." The light in his eyes faded a tad as he realized that comment had completely betrayed the mistrustful attitude he'd been giving off. But, for the sake of the pursuit of knowledge, it was his duty to at least partially play along. In time, Aster would come to find out of his malice comment was the whole truth or not.
"Then I'll take your word for it," Aster replied, stifling a sigh. Brahm's answer was anticlimactic to say the least, but it wasn't as if he himself had a particularly profound reason for traveling all the way to Wilmont, Washington. It was entirely feasible to reach superhero-level of self-importance without some grand philosophy regarding their unique predicament. "I suppose, as you've already surmised, I'm more or less in the same boat."
Putting up a philosophical fight was making Aster grow weary, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd have before he just caved and pushed his doubts to the back of his mind. Brahm's words were convincing and the points he articulated particularly resonated with him, so really... maybe there wasn't much harm in giving this thing more of a chance. "You're right. Maybe I shouldn't come off so skeptical." It hurt to admit that with what little pride he had left. Silencing the warning bells ringing incessantly inside him, he continued. "I'm sorry, this is just... such a weird situation. I don't really know what I'm doing, to be honest. Please forgive me."
At the mention of superheroes, Aster smirked and shook his head. "Superheroes aren't real, but come on," he countered flippantly, "No matter how you slice it, there's an inherent sense of grandiosity that comes with having something most of the world doesn't." The grinning man realized how smug he sounded and he was fine with that. The power he held within him had quickly become his entire life and, whether he was proud of that or not, it filled him with a real sense of worth. "It wouldn't make sense not to own it, even if no one in the world can know but us."
He closely examined Brahm's skin, amazed to have observed no apparent marks from the tendrils that sprung from him just minutes ago. "That's an incredible ability," he muttered, invasively prodding at his back just to be sure, "You're like a shorter, Southern Slenderman. But, uh, without all the malice." The light in his eyes faded a tad as he realized that comment had completely betrayed the mistrustful attitude he'd been giving off. But, for the sake of the pursuit of knowledge, it was his duty to at least partially play along. In time, Aster would come to find out of his malice comment was the whole truth or not.
"Then I'll take your word for it," Aster replied, stifling a sigh. Brahm's answer was anticlimactic to say the least, but it wasn't as if he himself had a particularly profound reason for traveling all the way to Wilmont, Washington. It was entirely feasible to reach superhero-level of self-importance without some grand philosophy regarding their unique predicament. "I suppose, as you've already surmised, I'm more or less in the same boat."
Putting up a philosophical fight was making Aster grow weary, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd have before he just caved and pushed his doubts to the back of his mind. Brahm's words were convincing and the points he articulated particularly resonated with him, so really... maybe there wasn't much harm in giving this thing more of a chance. "You're right. Maybe I shouldn't come off so skeptical." It hurt to admit that with what little pride he had left. Silencing the warning bells ringing incessantly inside him, he continued. "I'm sorry, this is just... such a weird situation. I don't really know what I'm doing, to be honest. Please forgive me."
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