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A/N: This has nothing to do with this story, but HODL like hell, any apes that see this. Read up on DD and clench your ass cheeks, 'cause this is just the beginning.
Anyways, Coldsan brought up a fair point in his review, and honestly it's a common problem for Marvel OCs. Don't worry, I'm actively doing my best to nerf my OC so that he's not Thanos level in a year.
Grimmouse197: Thanks! I've been trying to hash out the ability for a looong while without giving up and just using a Gamer ability.
r15yamaha16: Good point, that was an oversight on my part. Best I can say is that he's still basking in the novelty of his new situation. Spite will eventually come, but in the moment you're thankful to the person that gave you rope to climb out of a hole, right?
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My extended finger finally made tentative contact with an arc of energy. The arc glowed slightly brighter, slowly curled around the finger, my hand, up my arm, then split of into more light whisps that ran around and up and down my arm about an inch off the surface.
"Woah..." I muttered.
I'd done that dozens of times by now, and it was still cool.
Two knocks on my door made me jump and fall out of my desk chair while somehow managing to punch my nose.
"Honey?" My Mom called through my door. "Are you okay?"
I got off the floor rubbing my nose and groaning, more from the shock than pain. I was pretty pain-tolerant by now.
"Yeah, Ma." I sighed. "I'm fine."
"Your father and I are leaving on a business trip for a couple weeks. Can you come out and see us off?"
"Sure thing, Ma."
I stretched my body as I walked to my closet, thinking about the previous night and day. First thing I found out was that a ten-minute nap was all I needed to keep going.
After that I'd discovered a few things about my Divine Spark, studying the beautiful thing with only a few ten-minute break-naps and some meals. The first thing I discovered was that touching the Divine Spark wasn't bad, in fact it made me temporarily stronger in whatever body part it was in. That got me thinking, and I did something that was extremely stupid in hindsight; I guided a tiny amount of energy to my brain. It didn't end with my brain death, fortunately. Instead it enhanced my perception, reflexes, and information processing speed. Basically, I had a nerfed version of the Sharingan.
Even if it was nerfed, damn, it was good. And it would be very fucking useful very fucking soon.
The last thing I discovered so far was that I could make flashbangs/grenades of Divine energy. I just condensed Divine energy in my hand, then imagined forcefully ejecting it. I was trying to go for Iron-Man repulsor beams, but flashbang/grenade was good also, and they kind of looked like Destiny Warlock melee, so it was cool. Maybe repulsor beams were actually possible, and I just had to get better at control. Lucky that I only experimented at the warehouse, or the apartment would've had an unexplainable hole... holes.
I finally opened my closet and considered my new and improved choices, before pulling out grey skinny joggers, a black baggy sweater, and black low-top Vans. I missed my old and dirty Vans. They had character. The brand new pair I had felt foreign and unfriendly... I guess I just had to break them in. I felt my hair, ruffled it, then pushed it to the side. It still looked like lop-sided bed hair, so a barber visit was due.
I exited my room, tucking my phone and wallet into my back pockets. My parents were by the front door in suits with their suitcases prepped. My Dad was talking to what sounded like a coworker, and my Mom seemed to be fussing with her suit. She looked up and smiled when she heard my footsteps.
"Morning, Ma. Are we taking a taxi or something?"
We had an Audi, but I couldn't drive since I didn't have a license, so I couldn't drive it back from the airport.
"No," My Mom said as she pulled me into a hug, "we just wanted you to see us off from here."
"Ah, that's alright Ma. I can see you off at the airport."
"It's just three weeks." She said with a smile as she broke the hug and rubbed my shoulders. "Wow! You put on some real beef, Honey! Dave, Tyler's really put on muscle!"
My Dad finally looked at me and smiled. He covered the phone's mouthpiece to talk to me.
"If your Mom's impressed, I'm impressed, kid."
I grinned. He gave my arm a firm slap, shook it, pulled me into a rough hug, then let go and smiled again.
"Wow, you really did put on some meat. Color me proud."
"Are you guys getting late?"
"You made us late, you brat." My Dad grumbled.
"Oh, Dave." My Mom rolled her eyes. "We're right on time, Honey. Three weeks, alright?"
"Alright Ma."
"Bye!"
"Bye."
"Byebye! Mwah!"
"Bye..."
My Mom gave one last enthusiastic wave outside the apartment door, then followed as quickly as she could in her high-heels after my Dad.
I sighed. Family things were unavoidable, and they were always drawn out. But why would they think that the absurd amount of muscle I gained in a few weeks was fine? Were they inattentive, or uncaring, or just dumb? I guess I'd never know. It didn't matter anyways.
I got dressed up, so I decided I may as well go out, and get a haircut while I was at it.
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An hour later, I was at the warehouse and my wavy black hair was finally tamed into a low-fade messy undercut. I ruffled it with a satisfied grunt, then pulled my sweater off and tossed it into my gym bag, simultaneously withdrawing the taser.
I turned it on, stuck it into my side, then closed my eyes and memorized how it felt. After several seconds I tried to mimic the electricity with my Divine energy. I opened my eyes, reached out my free hand, concentrated, and forced out the energy.
*Boom!*
A regular flashbang/grenade. I cursed, sighed, and refocused. This time I imagined the Divine energy entwining with the electric current running through me, guiding it to my hand, and -
*BOOM*
I yelped as a Divine energy-infused bolt of lightning leapt from my hand and struck a metal shelf, blowing it into the side of the warehouse. The spot that the lightning struck glowed an ominous red.
Huh. Useful for a certain pun I wanted to use when I would meet Thor.
I shook my hand, then took a deep breath, refocused, held my hand out, and ejected the energy. Nothing. I looked at my hand and tried it again. Again, nothing. An angry sigh. I walked to a shelf, touched it, and tried again. Nothing. I swore, then turned away... only, my hand stuck. I looked back at it blankly. It wouldn't come off.
Some more pulling and prodding finally freed my hand, when I realized...
"... Did I just figure out wall-climbing?"
I turned off and put down the taser, then placed only the tips of my fingers of both hands on the metal shelf and pulled up. My feet left the ground. I quickly imbued my limbs with energy to strengthen them, then put my toes on the metal shelf. They stuck too.
"HA?!" I yelled, dumbfounded. "WHAT THE FUCK?! IT'S THIS FUCKING EASY?!"
I began slowly wall-climbing up the shelf on just my fingertips and toes, then let go and dropped to the floor.
"I just stumbled across the right type of electricity for wall-climbing." I deadpanned. "What bullshit luck."
I shook my head, completely astonished, then refocused on my original task. I stretched out my hand, imagined lightning, then ejected the energy.
*Boomfz!*
I saw a little electricity in the flashbang/grenade, telling me I was going in the right direction. I tried again.
*Boomzz!*
Again.
*Boomzz!*
Again.
*Boomzz!*
Again.
*Boo-zz!*
Again.
*Bzzz!*
Dozens of bright little lightning arcs burst from my hand along with the flashbang/grenade. It was about the same size as the flashbang/grenade by itself.
I decided a better name was due for the flashbang/grenade. Well, my energy was the color and brightness of Arc from Destiny, so... Arc Boom? And the electricity? Uh, Arc Shock...? Good enough.
I walked to another shelf and gave it a subdued Arc Shock. The shelf was rocked an impressive amount for so little energy put in. So Divine energy was more potent than I thought?
Pretty satisfactory results. Well no actually, I imagined Force-Lightning like Palpatine, so not really satisfactory but come on, I'm basically Captain Sparklefingers now. Come to think of it, I was making more discoveries than the past twenty-four hours. Eh, didn't matter. I had a couple more ideas.
I stretched out my hand and imagined heat and flames, then ejected the energy.
*FWOOM*
A burst of light blue flame erupted from my palm and shot out three feet, causing me to stumble backwards in shock. It was potent. My hand nearly burned even though I'd gained fire resistance.
I grinned. That meant a resounding success. And oh boy did I ever love fire.
Now for tricks with my favorite element. Would it work with a closed hand?
I closed both hands into a fist, got into a wide-legged stance with my fists at waist-level palm-up, then punched. A gout of flame erupted from my fist, prompting an excited cry from me.
"Fuck yeah!"
I punched again, releasing another flame, then chained three flame punches in tandem with steps forwards.
"Holy shit this is fucking awesome!"
Test time. Would it work for feet? I balanced on one foot and curled my left leg under me, then gave a side kick.
*FWOOM*
"YES!" I yelled, doing a guts pose. "MOTHER FUCKING YES!"
I chained three successive punches into a spinning kick, all with complimenting fire. I recovered from the spinning kick breathlessly from adrenaline, pumped my fist in the air, then put my hands together.
"Dear God, thank you."
Another guts pose with a victorious grunt, then I steered my attention back to my next idea. I guided a small amount of Divine Energy to my brain, causing it to go into hyper-active mode, then I sprinted back to my gym bag, took out a rubber ball and threw it across the warehouse. I immediately followed, lunging up a shelf with murderous speed.
My goal in doing this was to learn how to operate with the Sharingan on, at eat-shit speeds while parkouring as hard as I could.
Progress so far?
Face, meet ground.
"Ow. Bitch."
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I tossed the ball into the air, caught it, then chucked it across the room and lunged up a shelf for the hundred-thousandth time. My body stretched out for my fingers to reach as high as they could, and when my fingers made contact with metal, I yanked up and curled my body to fly through the shelf to the next one. From shelf to shelf, I sprung like a Cheetah on drugs, nearly whizzing through the air from such high speed.
Objective: Touch every shelf in the 100,000 square feet warehouse before the ball touches any surface.
Progress so far?
I dived off the last shelf, hands outstretched, and caught the ball mid-air before hitting the concrete and rolling to a stop on my back.
" - Hah - !" I wheezed. "- Yes - !"
Objective complete. Math time. Warehouse was 1000 feet long and 100 feet wide, I was zig-zagging across and made it in about seven seconds... 190 mph. I increased my max speed from 15 mph to 190 mph in an entire day and night. It was nearing 4:00 am, and I never loved life more.
"OH!" I groaned. "Oh shit, I'm fucking fast as fuck."
That was with Divine energy body enhancement and Sharingan. Divine energy body enhancement no longer gave just a small boost to my strength and speed, it multiplied it four or five times. That's how hard I'd been training my Divine energy tolerance. I would fill my body with so much of it that my limbs would explode, then I'd knock myself out and do it again. Very quick 'power leveling' technique, also very painful. Very, very fucking painful. Much more painful than third-degree burns, but well worth it. I was getting closer to the big leagues day after day.
I picked myself off the ground and began limping back to my gym bag. Physical abilities were nicely developed for the time being. I would now set aside physical development and start seriously studying science to see if other things were possible for me and my favorite Divine Spark.
God damn, I loved my Divine Spark.
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