Hears all your thoughts...
Empathy: standard (rank 1)
A week later
A brooding young man sits alone at a bench. His legs crossed, he glares menacingly at nothing in particular humming an anonymous nursery rhyme. His t-shirt does little to cover his heavily tattooed body. Even his face is plastered with an ornate and fiery design. Simultaneously, a large plodding gentleman approaches the bench. Although it is warm outside, his thick clothes betray the climate. In what seems to be his work clothes, he wears a badge. His name is Hector Hoy. His face is sullen and his posture withdrawn. He tries to not stare upon the tattooed man. Meanwhile and nearby a group of children frolic and play joyously in complete discord of Hoy s disposition. Hoy ignores them and the young man previously occupying the bench. He trips a little and falls into the seat awkwardly. The kids notice and laugh hysterically. Hoy frowns and continues to disregard them, all the while pulling out a squished sandwich from his pockets. The kids begin to dance in a circle and spontaneously sing a song much to Hoy s dismay. For Hoy has heard it before
Big duuumb Hoy/ the maaaan that looks like a boy!
Big duuumb Hoy/ he ll faaaall and crush your toy!
Has a plan...
Mind Control: standard (rank 1)
- Area Affect
- Target Seeker
The kids then all fall down and laugh raucously. All of a sudden, the lumbering man plunges forward trying to scare the kids off. Ironically, he does indeed fall again. The kids begin to cry in laughter as he slowly rises, Hoy s face again falls sullen and he returns to his bench. Meanwhile, the other young man at the bench doesn t move. Hoy looks at him and shudders as he returns to his seat. A cold feeling travels throughout his body. He twitches as he feels a tingling sensation within his head as if something were crawling around it. Suddenly, the kids grow very quiet and stand as if frozen. Gradually, they link hands again and begin to sing anew. Yet this time, the joy is gone. The frolicking halted. The melody remains the same, but the mood dour.
Whisssper Man/ hears aaaall your thoughts and has a plan.
Whisssper Man/ can taaaake your pain from this land.
Hoy is chilled to the core as he hears the creepy nursery rhyme. He turns to the man next to him, but finds him gone. Quickly, he throws his food to the ground and exits. Damn kids. This town is full of weirdoes and dumb kids. I HATE YOU ALL! He screams as he shambles away hurriedly.
Can take your pain...
Communication: standard (rank 1)
That night: Midnight
Hector Hoy is asleep in his apartment in downtown Khazan. He leaves the window open, because he loves the smell of the city. He loves the sound of the streets. It s the only thing that helps him fight his insomnia. As he sleeps, he doesn t notice the long dark shadow cloaking the streetlamps of Khazan. His body however reacts with a quiver as a cold feeling hits him. Nevertheless, he sleeps peacefully. Within his room a heavily tattooed man from a nearby bench enters. The tattooed man touches Hoy s forehead ever so lightly. Hoy s mind opens to the man while he sleeps. His mind tells the tattooed man all its secrets. It tells him all of its pain. Hoy s mind is happy to be able to tell someone its sorrow. The tattooed man listens and smiles. He likes what he hears.
From this land...
Poison: standard (rank 1)
After Hoy s mind tells the tattooed man these things within its deepest recesses, the tattooed man begins to whisper to it. He whispers that Hoy s mind will be okay - that his mind can leave this horrible place if it would like; that it can go someplace better. The tattooed man makes great promises to the Hoy s sub- conscience. The man s mind tries to dispute. The mind makes convincing argument too: What about my life? What about my job? it debates. But eventually the whispering breaks it down. The arguments are futile. The mind realizes that it should leave: That this place is not where it is meant to be. The tattooed man smiles and is pleased with Hoy s mind and its decision.
The Whisper Man
Force of Will: standard (rank 1)
Hoy begins to move from his bed. Sleepwalking is not usual for Hoy, but tonight his mind convinces his body to walk. As he walks, the tattooed man whispers a nursery rhyme in the dark:
Whisssper Man/ hears aaaall your thoughts - has a plan.
Whisssper Man/ can taaaake pain away from... this land.
Hoy s body shudders, yet still walks on. Where are we going? Hoy mumbles in his sleep. Away from it all, Hoy. Just follow me The tattooed man says as he steps out of a window and unto the balcony of Hoy s apartment. Come here. He speaks softly. Hoy exits unto the balcony and follows the voice.
At the same time
Lieutenant Howell couldn t sleep tonight. It s not unusual for him as his mind wonders often. It is unusual for him to decide to take a stroll at midnight on the streets of Khazan. As he takes a breath of fresh air rather calmly, yet cautiously, he notices that he has made his way to the Owens apartments. He sits at a nearby bench. Owens, now this is a nice neighborhood. Good kids in this neighborhood, friendly folk His voice trails away as he smiles and takes another deep breath fighting the urge to nod off. He contemplates calling a taxi rather than walking home. Looking up at the tall apartment, he swears he sees someone walking across a balcony and within blinks. THWUMP! A deafening thud and cracking noise shatters his once peaceful night.