In Touch With Nature
Elemental Form: standard (rank 1)
The moon hung in the sky, floating in a sea of stars. Outside in his backyard, Brandon knelt on the floor. Pebbles ate into his knees.The cold wind pulled at his clothes and hair as though begging him to take them off. Brandon's fingers hung down, brushing the tips of the grass. He felt the blades of grass as they bent to his touch, each and every one. Brandon looked up from where he was kneeling. Around him crickets chirped in a perfectly arranged rhythm. Brandon felt his body beginning to sway back and forth to the music of the nature around him.
He leaned forward more and his palms hit the dirt. It crunched satisfyingly under his weight. As he leaned into the dirty, its color and consistency crept upwards onto his skin, rolling slowly up his hands and then onto his arms under his shirt. He crumbled as the effect spread to the rest of this body, snapping off at the shoulder and falling to the ground as clods of dirt. Last to go was his smile. Teeth suspended in the air slowly turned brown and fell as grains to the ground whence they came.
His Full Potential
Self Body Manipulation: ultimate (rank 4)
- Area Affect
- Super Area of Effect
For a second, he was ground and then he was much, much more. Brandon grew, pushing outwards, growing, stretching expanding to be larger than his body could ever have dreamed. He became the ground and felt his own house on top of him. For a time he returned the favor that his house had done him for many years, supporting it and keeping it safe. Then he kept growing, spreading out even farther until he could feel the weight of his whole city and each one of its inhabitants. Feet trod on him and he was okay with it because he was so large.
His expansion continued from a city to cities. A metropolis spreading in between. The suburbs like a pause in action between the hustle and bustle of the major urban areas.
Then slowly, it stopped. Brandon was finally back to what he had been deep inside all along. He was Maine, the eastmost state in the Continental US, in all it's glory.
Maine Knows Itself
Enhanced Senses: supreme (rank 3)
He couldn't let his size distract him. Brandon had a goal in mind. With great effort he got to thinking, focusing on himself on how he felt. Every patch of dirt felt different than each other. Brandon tried to remember exactly the feel of the patch in his backyard. The soft loam that ran through his fingers, the amount of moisture that stayed on his palm as he let it fall back to the floor, how many rocks were in it. Soon he was concentrating on a single backyard on the west side near the border of Vermont, his backyard.
Brandon heroically strained his mind to follow a route he knew much better on foot. He traced his way along his roads and a dirt path through a thicket of woods. Eventually he found a house. It felt right. He hoped it was right.
I Think The Word Is Rustic
Emotion Manipulation: standard (rank 1)
Olivia stuffed her blackberry into the breast pocket of her suit jacket and then, thinking better of it, pulled it out again. Tapping her feet, impatient with herself and everything in the world, she sent an email to her boss detailing her schedule for the next week. As she put the blackberry into her pocket again she caught a glimpse of movement out the front window and rolled her eyes. The goddamn critters were everywhere and she was sick of it and sick of them.
She took a deep breath, pulling all the air she could into her lungs and screamed upstairs to her sleeping husband, "Dale,I'm going off to work. We'll talk when I get back." Without waiting for a reply, she walked to the front door and pulled it open.
What used to be her front yard was a tunnel of trees leading to her car parked out on the road. The leaves were vibrant autumn colours, mixing together. The faint smell of pumpkin wafted by. Olivia stood paralyzed on her front step. A leaf detached itself from its tree and swirled its way down from the highest point of the tree to land on Olivia's nose. A fawn sauntered by on spindly legs. Olivia vaguely recognized it as the shadow she had seen earlier and felt guilty for having cursed at it in her head. She watched it eat berries off a nearby bush. After it finished, the fawn turned and looked Olivia in the eye before cantering away into the woods. Olivia's arms flung out in a grasping motion as though she was going to catch it, but it disappeared into the trees.
Olivia started walking toward her car, tears in her eyes. "Oh My God." Olivia whispered. "I love this state."
Brandon shrank back into himself. He lay in his backyard on top of the clothes he was wearing, staring up at the sun with a smile on his face.