AN: A bit late, but not by too much I hope.
Alright now, here we go with chapter two.
To answer some questions from reviews:
Yes the baby was an MHA reference.
Arya can be killed, but it would have to be quick enough to prevent her body from healing. So slowly torturing her would not work, but suddenly vaporizing her would.
For those who have not read King of Thrones, I will be doing 4 chapters of a story and then switching to another.
So after chapter 4, I will move on to The Game Gets Chaotic!, then back to KOT, then this. I am doing this to avoid burnout and give me time to come up with new ideas for the outlines I have.
Stories I am actively making outlines for besides this one include:
-King Of Thrones: My Yu-Gi-Oh! Crossover. I am all caught up to the outline when I first started thinking about other stories, but have begun to outline the newest arc.
-A Fate/GOT/ASOIAF crossover. 7 chapters outlined. Basically a Holy Grail War, but with a total of 10 participants and classes.
-A Pokemon/GOT/ASOIAF crossover. 14 chapters outlined. Basically Jon goes on a pokemon journey with each kingdom having one gym. Robert is both King and Champion, and anyone who manages to beat him can get one request.
-The Game Gets Chaotic!. 18 chapters outlined. This one is mostly the characters going to Chaotic, instead of the other way around. Each chapter is supposed to flow like an episode of the show.
With all that out of the way, Let us begin.
JEOR MORMONT
THE WALL- CASTLE BLACK
"How much will it cost?" The Lord Commander asked Donal Noye. Between them were all of Noye's blacksmithing tools that had been destroyed by the man's new strength.
"I can probably make do with my spares, or ask the other castles to send me the ones I don't have spares for. It just will take awhile." The blacksmith said, disappointed that his work would suffer from this setback.
Jeor sighed. "Well at least you can be more productive when we get them. And when you have more control." He stared at what was once the empty sleeve Noye wore due to losing an arm during the rebellion. Now, there was some fog like thing making a sloppy replica of an arm from it.
Noye could change what it looked like, but only by concentrating. But when he did, it was as strong as a blacksmith's arm was meant to be.
Jeor left the smithery and watched the yard.
Dolorous Edd was being used by Ser Alliser for a demonstration for the recruits.
Dolorous Edd was helping deliver some supplies to first builder Othell Yarwyck.
And there was Dolorous Edd bringing some salted meat to the kitchens for the cooks.
There was a horn blast. With no more after the first, Jeor realized that Dolorous Edd was returning from helping Giant do some quick scouting.
Instead of the gates opening, Jeor watched as Dolorous Edd flew down from the top of the wall, holding Giant.
'A pity the others don't have the original's powers.' Jeor thought. He figured Edd could man half a castle by himself, but the copies would fade if they got too tired or injured, so that would never work if the castle was attacked.
"Report." He said to Giant and Edd.
"Edd made it as far as Whitetree. Once we landed and rested for an hour we turned around. No Wildling sighted anywhere closer to the Wall than they should." Giant reported.
"Good work. Edd, you can take the rest of the day to rest." Jeor said to congratulate possibly one of the most important men in the Watch.
"Sure. And my copies? Everyone else gets these amazing abilities that they can enjoy or use to do less work. Me? I get the power to do more work. I'm sure if I had the power to light things on fire like Cotter Pyke we would soon realize we were out of torches and my brothers would just stand by me for warmth." Edd complained as he walked away.
Jeor then went back to his solar. Once there, he found a man in the room already. His face was no older than nine and ten. He had the silvery blonde hair of his family, and his eyes were a deep dark shade of violet.
"Maester." Jeor greeted Aemon.
Aemon looked at him, a far away look on his face. "You are the twelfth." He said after a moment.
Jeor looked at him. "The Twelfth what?"
"The Twelfth Mormont to be Lord Commander. And the eighth Jeor. And the fifteenth lord of a keep to voluntarily take the Black. The last one, Lord Jared Umber, was your grandmother's grandmother's uncle. He was also the lord who ordered that chair after the last one finally gave out. Of course this is all just from this room. Imagine what I could recover from the Nightfort." Aemon said, with a sense of curiosity that rivals that of a child.
Jeor had gotten used to it. Sure it was surprising to find Aemon's youth restored, but his ability to see the history of his surroundings had done much to fill in certain blanks that had been lost to time.
After Aemon left, likely to learn more lost history, Jeor turned his thoughts to the papers in front of him.
These new powers and abilities were a double edged sword. They had them, and it would no doubt make guarding The Wall much easier, even if their recruitment was as slow as it had ever been. But Jeor thought he could bet Longclaw that the Wildings would also gain similar abilities. Which made the task of guarding the wall more difficult.
And then there were these disturbing reports about what the Turncloak Mance had been doing.
Jeor needed to learn everything that he could. He would not be remembered as the Lord Commander who let The Wall fall. His newfound strength would see to that. As would his invisible shield. He would stop Mance, even if it was his last act.
THE REACH-HIGHGARDEN
WILLAS TYRELL
Willas stood in the center of his bedroom, and smiled gently at his ability to balance on his once bad leg.
He never thought he would be able to use it again. But here he was, able to stand on it just like his good leg.
It all occurred about two weeks ago. He had awoken to hear panicked yells, and instinctually headed out to see what the problem was.
It was utter chaos. Both guards and servants all doing things that should have been impossible, whether it was breathing cold or growing small. It was only when one of them noted that he was without his cane that he realized he himself had been affected. There was much confusion over the next few days, trying to work out who could do what- which they were just about successful at, though some reported new abilities later- and trying to figure out the cause- which they completely failed at, until they learned it was happening everywhere.
Now though, it had all just about calmed down.
His father, was of course thrilled for his recovery, and was already talking about having him return to the tourney lists as a show of pride in the House. Honestly that was the one part that Willas disliked about his healed leg.
Having enough time just appreciating his miraculous recovery, Willas walked out of his room and went for a walk around the gardens. It was a clear day as was the norm for this time in summer, and Willas saw he was not the only one who decided to spend time outside just relaxing.
He saw his sister Margeary and some of their cousins staring at a patch of freshly dug soil, and watching as flowers sprouted out in a matter of minutes. He then saw one of the handmaidens touch the flower's petals, turning it from a sunflower to a rose to a tulip, much to the younger girls' enjoyment.
He saw some guards throughout the garden, standing vigilant as usual or practicing their powers in ways that can be justified on duty. One was floating a sword, while another was floating himself a few feet up from the ground.
Willas found himself smiling in amazement at all the powers he was seeing. He wondered about what Oberyn could do. He had sent his friend a Raven, but had yet to hear back again.
THE REACH-HORN HILL-LIBRARY
SAMWELL TARLY
Sam sat in the library, around him wass every book on any person written in legend to have some strange ability unlike what a normal person should.
Finished with the book in front of him, he floated it up, and returned it to its shelf while also opening the next one. Despite not getting out of his seat, he felt a slight fatigue, roughly equal to the effort it would have taken him to put the book back himself.
The appearance of strange powers had thrown Horn Hill into chaos while his Father was away on a hunting trip. But once he returned, order had been restored.
Randyll Tarly was a hard man, but no one denied his leadership capabilities. The knowledge that he also had powers only added to his presence, even if he did not reveal what they were.
Regardless, something strange was going on, and if the ravens that finally started arriving again were any indication, it was happening everywhere. Some were responding with wonder, others with panic. minor lords and knights were having trouble handling the panicking Smallfolk, especially if they had strong powers.
Hence Sam's search. Though it was turning up less than he hoped, which he sort of expected.
He found references to Wargs among the First Men, as well as Greenseers. But most of what he found were the fairytales of children, or had been boasts or rumours that were altered as they moved along through the years.
In any case, it was clear to Sam that the new powers were unlike almost anything else before in history. Especially on such a scale. It became clear to Sam that for once, the answer was not going to be found in books. After trying one last one, Sam began returning them to their proper places.
He was a bit nervous about leaving the library though. The Library was the one place he was absolutely sure his father would not enter. As such, Sam used it whenever Randyll was in a bad mood, whether it was because of Sam or not.
Taking a final sigh, Sam left the room filled with books, and went back to his room-another room filled with books- in order to try to practice his powers so that he could control it better. Whatever it was, he was the heir of Horn Hill, and needed to understand it.
DORNE-SUNSPEAR
DORAN MARTELL
Prince Doran stood up and walked around. The fact that he could do so seemed like a miracle from the Seven, but the price his brother and niece paid showed it was anything but.
Not only had Oberyn accidentally killed Elaria and a guard, but his daughter Tyene Sand had done the same to a servant as well. It became clear instantly that both of them had no control over their poisonous touch, and as such they had to be separated from the rest of Sunspear. Luckily both Arianne and Trystane were currently spending time in Planky Town, so they were safe, even if Doran did not know what abilities they possessed.
Other than his family, Sunspear was finally beginning to settle back down as people gained control of their powers. Besides Oberyn and Tyene, others who lived or worked in the keep had more controllable powers.
Doran turned to his ever faithful guard, Areo Hotah, who still stood by his side, even if he did stand a bit farther back than before to avoid his power accidentally striking Doran. After what happened to some of the servants, it was for the best of everyone.
"Go make sure the kitchens are preparing food for Oberyn and Tyene. When you are done, I will be in the… in the… The one room. With the sun." Doran ordered, only for him to forget the word he was about to say. Which was really only a mild inconvenience in comparison to being able to walk without pain. But still, for one who was so used to their mind being their greatest asset, it was a bit insulting to the Prince of Dorne.
Areo Hotah nodded. "I will meet you in the Solar once I am done." The faithful guard said before heading down the hall to the kitchen.
"Ah yes. That was it." Doran muttered.
Sighing for a moment, Doran walked to his Solar. The powers may have changed the world, but there were still other matters that needed to be handled. The price of Princehood over Dorne. A part of him felt relieved that his plans would allow Arrianne to avoid that in lieu of being Queen, but also pained that he was just shifting it onto Quentyn.
'I wonder what powers he has gained. Perhaps Maester Caolette can send a… a… One of those letter birds to Yronwood. It has been awhile since I have written to him.' Doran thought.
THE NORTH- WINTERFELL- TRAINING YARD
JON SNOW
One of the old training dummies that had stood for as long as Jon could remember finally shattered into pieces, as Robb's axe finally managed to hit it, though the blade failed to cut into it. Instead, the force of the thrown axe ripped its head off messily, with splinters running all over where the neck was.
"Well, we see that improved aim is not one of your powers." Theon said to Robb.
It was true. Behind the dummy was a stone wall filled with dents and one axe stuck in it from the blade.
The three of them were accompanied by Ser Roderick, and Maester Luwin. After the chaos from when the powers first appeared in the world, everything had started to calm down at least in Winterfell. People were understanding their abilities and how they worked, and now Maester Luwin had been tasked to try to record just what each person could do. And where better to start with than Lord Stark's own children?
Robb now possessed the ability to increase his strength to more than should be possible for any man. Luckily, he had found that he could also return his strength to normal, else he would never have been able to do anything without causing injury or damage.
Jon had heard stories- not very good stories mind you- of a Westerlander knight known as the Mountain. Jon would have dismissed them as exaggerations, but Father told him they were true. Jon was sure that Robb was now stronger than the Mountain.
But as they learned, that was not all to Robb's abilities. He had begun to complain about things that were more minor issues to Jon. The sun being too bright, an owl being too loud and keeping him awake, even a rather bland meal being too spicy. And then there was the stables.
"Any other powers you have found?" Luwin asked as a quill jotted down notes on a floating piece of paper about Robb's strength.
"There is one." Robb said after a few seconds. "I did not notice it at first, and I thought it was just my mind being tired, but I leaned against a wall and something happened."
Robb walked up to the side of the wall, and put his hand on it. He then jumped up and fell.
But he did not fall onto the ground.
He fell onto the wall his hand was touching.
"Well that's new." Theon muttered as they all walked closer to the heir of Winterfell.
"I don't feel like I am going to fall." Robb explained as he strained his neck to look at all of them. "I can feel myself being pushed downward against the wall, but not the ground."
"Incredible. It appears that you can alter gravity's pull on you by making it a different source." Luwin said in amazement.
Robb walked down the wall until he was just above the ground, then leaned on it like it was a wall. He immediately fell back onto the ground before standing back up.
"Alright then, if that is all your powers, then we shall move on. Theon, besides breathing water, what can you do?" Luwin asked after making a note.
Theon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, Jon felt a breeze on his neck start to grow stronger. After a few seconds, he found himself shifting his stance to better stay standing, and he noticed Luwin's paper and quill go flying out of the air.
"Apologies for that Maester." Theon said when he stopped the wind. Ser Roderick picked them up and handed them to Luwin.
"Next time a warning will do Theon." Luwin said with an exasperated sigh. "Anything else?"
"There is one thing." Theon said with his grin returning. "I was with Ros a few nights ago and-"
"We do not need to hear tales of your conquests." Ser Roderick said with a warning in his voice.
"But it is relevant! I was with Ros last night, but she seemed to be too tired after just a few fucks. So I paid another whore, Jenny to take her place. She also got tired too soon. Or so I thought. A few whores later and I look out and see the sun start to rise. And I felt I could keep going three times as long as that. Would have if I brought more coin."
"Hmm." Luwin thought aloud. "I suppose an increase in Stamina to that extent can be considered a power. Hopefully it applies to more than just that...Area."
"I doubt Father will give you as much money as he usually does if he hears about how you spent it." Robb said, his hand covering his face from Jon, but he sounded both like he was suppressing a laugh and embarrassed.
"Alright then." Ser Roderick said, trying to move the conversation along. "Jon. Do you still have just the one power?"
"Aye." Jon said.
"Well then, lets see how it compares to Robb's." Luwin said.
Jon walked up to Robb, and put a hand on his half brother's shoulder, going through his collar so he was touching Robb's skin.
His hand glowed red briefly, only to stop as quickly as it started.
Jon's sight and other senses immediately shifted. It was not too drastic, but it was a noticeable difference.
"Good. Well then, let us see how you compare."
Jon walked up to the table of axes and grabbed one. He stared straight at the dummy next to the one Robb beheaded.
He took a breath and then tossed it.
Like Robb's, it did not hit the actual target, but it did hit the stone wall.
Going in blade first, it stayed on the wall, just like the one Robb threw. The only difference was the depth it was in the wall. Robb's was deeply embedded, while Jon's was just barely hanging on. Ser Roderick walked up to the two axes, and while he removed Jon's simply enough, he needed help from Theon to get Robbs out.
"So I think we can safely categorize your ability. You can touch someone and replicate their power, though this and the previous incidents appear to show it is reduced in strength when passed on." Luwin summarized.
"Still can only do one at a time." Jon said. He walked up to the wall, and jumped on it like Robb did. He stood and tried to get a feel for what it was like.
"Robb, did you feel a small pull from the ground? Not stronger than the wall, but still there." He asked his brother.
"No." Robb answered. "Just the wall. I didn't feel anything else pulling me down."
Theon smirked. "I feel bad for you Snow. We get unique abilities, while you are stuck just imitating us."
"Enough Theon" Ser Roderick reprimanded the Ward.
"Well then, if any of you develop additional abilities, let us know. But if that is all, then we shall go to your siblings." Luwin said before walking off with Ser Roderick.
Jon jumped off the wall. "I heard some of the guards talking about their families. Some have similar powers, others completely different. There really is no pattern anyone can see."
Robb shrugged. "Whatever is going on, I can't say I hate it. It was bad at first, but I am starting to get a hang of it."
"Same." Theon said.
Jon stared at his hand. Given how his power could change so quickly, he doubted he would ever have the control the others would have. He would just have to see how far he could go.
AN: And chapter 2 is done.
This is another chapter more centered on just exploring and setting up the world than character development, but it is important, even if some sections are shorter than originally planned. After so long of KOT, it may take a bit to get into the pattern of this fic, but I will try to maintain one chapter a week.
Running through the powers:
Donal Noye: A ghostly arm that replaced the one he lost years ago in the rebellion. It can also take other forms, but takes concentration to use. I will give this a ranking of C+.
Dolorous Edd can make replicas of himself, but the replicas are themselves regular people, with no additional powers. He can make up to 30 total, but can only make 5 at a time before needing to rest. I would rank this a C+/B-. He can also fly as fast as a raven, which would be a B rank.
Aemon has regained his youth and strength, which is an A rank. He is basically immortal outside of disease and violence. He also has Clairsentience, the ability to touch an object and see its history. He got all that info just from the room. The rank of this is B.
Jeor has both enhanced strength ranked at C, and a force field, rank B-.
Willas Tyrell has healed his leg. His healing would be rank C+.
Sam has Telekinesis ranked at C/C+. He can move anything with his mind that he could with his body, but it still takes the same amount of energy to do so.
Doran has what I am calling Mental/Physical Shift. Rank B. He can increase his physical health and abilities at the cost of some intelligence and vice versa.
Tyene also is shown to share Oberyn's poison power, rank and all.
Finally we reach Winterfell.
We have Luwin having minor Telekinesis ranked at D+. It is weaker than Sam's but easier to use. Only works on things less than 15 pounds, and the heavier it is, the less fine control he has.
Robb has Enhanced Senses ranked C-. He also has a form of gravity manipulation ranked at C.
Theon has increased Stamina ranked at B-. He also can create gusts of wind with a rank of C-. Enough to catch people off guard, but not enough to throw a person.
Finally, we have Jon. He only has one power. He has Power Absorption (Though I personally prefer to call it Chameleon DNA). Ranked at B+/A-, he can copy any and all powers by touching another person, though his copied abilities go down between a half rank and a full rank. So when he copied Robb's B+ Strength, it was B rank. Though both were holding back to avoid destroying the area. He can only hold a single person's powers though, and if they have powers Jon is not aware of, he does not get them.
This was the power idea that basically started this fic, as it is based on Jon's desires. Jon is the black sheep (White Wolf) of House Stark. All he wants is to be like the others in his family, so his power is essentially to become more like another person.
Hope you all enjoyed it. Next chapter will largely focus on KL.
See you all there.
Jaehaerys Joestar