Current Energy: 24
Currently 7/10 - Spiritual Power Usage (Cost 3 to Teach)
Tuesday, January 4th, 2011
Hebert Household
Standing atop the Hebert household, you gaze out over the suburban neighbourhood, contemplating your options.
You're fairly certain that nothing too dangerous is likely to happen in the next few hours. True your Master is worried about someone nefarious finding her home and attacking it, but you find it hard to believe anyone would have the balls and the power to succeed at that while you're around - which you literally always are.
So, deciding to go walkabout for a bit, you turn to face the street in front of your Master's house. There isn't much there worth note. It's mostly just parked cars. You consider poking your intangible head into a few of them just to entertain yourself, but give up on the prospect when the sleek black van you were eyeing abruptly pulls into the road and zooms off. Your Master probably wouldn't want you doing anything too invasive anyway. She seems to want to become a Hero, and while you don't know the specifics of what that would entail on this planet, you have an infinite number of realities to draw from for context on the topic given your current configuration.
Breaking the law to entertain yourself would be looked upon poorly in... well... most of them. Not all though, which is something you note down to ask your Master about later.
Without thinking over much of it, you crouch down tensing your legs, pick a direction and leap forward, trusting in your Emulations considerable strength to take you up and over any of the houses.
This simultaneously does and doesn't work. While you do end up making significant progress in your quest to traverse the area, it turns out that you may have gone a bit too fast as you strike the invisible wall that denotes your Master's range and are summarily separated into your component atoms and deposited - quite noisily and painfully - back in the roof of your Masters home in a shower of blue sparks.
You slowly stand up from where you landed, and realize that you are no longer in your Spirit Form. With a shiver, you return to invisibility and jumped down to the sidewalk, then begin to leisurely stroll through the area - this time with much more focus spent on avoiding your range limit.
Wednesday, January 5th, 2011
Hebert Household
The day begins with the usual assortment of things. Daniel - seeing that his daughter is healthy if not very pleased, decides to go to work that morning. He wakes up at about 6am and cooks breakfast for himself and his daughter, who's portion he leaves on the kitchen table.
He also spends almost the entire time he is cooking speaking to open air, apparently in an attempt to communicate with you, which you oblige by patiently waiting for him to make a point - which he never does.
It's not that he doesn't try - you grasp that his overall meaning seems to be not to hurt his Daughter at all - but you don't really understand why he thinks you would in the first place. Does he just think you're humouring her right now or something? There is literally nothing on this plane of existence that you value more than your Master. If this were later in the cycle you might even try to find a way to squirrel her away from the inevitable destruction of her species. Blessedly it's still fairly early on as far as things go, so you have plenty of time to find a way around the issue. Technical immortality is a fairly common trait in the multiverse after all.
Regardless, eventually, your Master wakes up and blearily stumbles down the stairs to the kitchen. You move to help her of course, but she merely scowls at you for it, before yawning deeply.
"Sorry about Dad," Taylor says preemptively before you get the chance to say much of anything else.
"He ain't a man if he doesn't even try to protect yah." You point out, handily summing up your opinion on the topic. Sure, you think Daniel may be the most useless person you presently know by name, but at the very least he has that certain bloody mindedness about him that your Emulation recalls makes for a very, very dangerous opponent when underestimated.
"That's... fair..." Taylor offers, clearly not entirely sure she agrees with you on the topic, but equally clearly, no longer wanting to talk about it.
"Soooo..." You say quite innocently as your Master eats. She immediately shoots you a suspicious expression and asks;
"What did you do while was I with Vicky yesterday?" She doesn't phrase it like she's asking about your day so much as with great trepidation towards your actual answer - which is unfortunate for her, because literally nothing happened yesterday.
"Nothin'. Just walked around a bit. You know your neighbours have-" You start but are cut off as your Master splitters in her breakfast.
"You went into people's houses?" She blurts.
"Eh. Little. Got bored." You explain, tracking the last bit in when your Master looks like she's going to ask you why.
"I, can you just - new topic! And no more breaking into people's houses!" She reprimands you. You shrug.
"Well, we've got all day to train." You say as surreptitiously as you can.
"If you really push you might be able to master Spiritual Power by the end of the day..." You tempt.
"...really?" Your Master asks dubiously. To say she has misgivings about your training methods would be an understatement. If she wasn't naturally inclined to trust you she probably wouldn't even entertain the thought of trying.
Also you were lying about her getting it down by today, but frankly, the idea that any idiot with a weapon that outraged you could kill your Master has been stressing you out, and you'd really love to resolve the issue before it comes to a head.
"Sure. Probably." You say blithely.
"I just don't think-" Taylor says, pursing her lips in thought but you interrupt her.
"How long till you have to go back to that shit hole?" You prod slightly. Was it underhanded? Yes. Would you do it a million times over if it meant keeping your Master safe? Absolutely.
"...I've got till next Monday before the note from the Hospital won't work anymore." She answers angrily. Ironically, had she been healed by normal means she would have been left bedridden for months. Only the timely intervention if Victoria's sister helped to avoid that fate, much as Taylor would obviously prefer it.
"Sooo..." You say again, gesturing towards the basement where you had cleared a space to work out in yesterday by carefully piling the detritus in the room against the walls.
"Let me shower." Your Master finally says with a scowl and sigh.
"What... hah... did they... hah... do to this guy... hah... anyway..." Your Master growls out from where she is standing - not laying, not kneeling, standing - in the middle of the room while you bombard her with the majority of your available power.
"Hah? Nothin'. Totally normal guy. He fought some street kids well so the adults came. He fought the adults well so the authorities came. He-" your Master cuts you off, stepping stubbornly towards you while desperately struggling to lift her arms to strike at you.
It wasn't part of the exercise but honestly, it feels better this way anyway. Like this was how it was meant to be.
"Let... me guess... hah. He beat them... too... hah." She gasps out before stumbling and falling to her knees.
"Nah. They beat the shit out of him. Then they made him an authority." You clarify. The life and times of one Zaraki Kenpachi are pretty much just one continuous fight, punctuated by long stretches of looking for more fights. He was a simple if a dangerous man.
"How... much... longer..." Your Master gasps out, hand stretching out to lever herself upwards once more.
You smile at her innocently without answering.
She scowls.
You both continue.