Not a big post for today...

Mon, 01 Nov 2004 02:17:46 GMT

(For those not aware, I'm doing these as fiction.)

Heh. Kind of funny, moving in to a new boarding school on Halloween...

This school least of all. I mean, welcome to Meta-high. I can't tell you the actual school name except to tell you it's in Freedom City, but the pre-reqs for this place are pretty simple... Some kinda super-power, or beyond human abilities in some other context. Case in point, first person I met when I moved in was a guy who was wearing a suit of some kind of Armor with jets and crap sticking out all over the place... including a gatling gun dangling from his arm.

That would be Metallic Knight himself, of Next-Gen fame, for those who are familiar with the team.

I'm not exactly totally normal myself, of course. For one thing, I have no idea what being sick or injured is really like. I didn't even fully realise other people got hurt until I saw my mother cut herself. Up until that point, injury was completely alien to me. I don't know how strong I am, though, since I've never found any weight that gave me problems... including my uncle's escort off of him after his jack failed while working on it. One handed. Oh, and, though this is like, a pre-requisite for qualifying as superhuman, I can fly pretty damn fast. Never clocked, of course, but I got here from The City of Angels in under twelve minutes. That's a pretty decent set of powers, I guess, but part of me feels like I'm just another flying brick. I can't even come up with a costume or a name... None of my powers really lend themselves to a motif, ya know? Maybe I could get an artsy type to help me out with it.

Oh, and coolest thing ever. I got into the city around noon this afternoon, and I ran straight into a melee between the Freedom League and some spaz calling himself Malador The Mystic. There I was, flying along, enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of the city, when all of a sudden, I slam into the back of this joker in a robe. A ratty, smelly, robe, by the way. So, this guy hits the wall ahead of me at, like, mach sixteen, and we both kept going right through, like, six buildings before Daedalus managed to catch up and stop us with some physicsy magic he pulled out of his armor. The league was very nice about the buildings, since Doc Metro managed to rebuild them more or less good as new, and they thanked me for stopping Malador. And, coolest of all, I got my first real "Curse you!" speech from a villain. It wasn't very good, since he didn't know my name, but he did his best with what he had, I think.

Anyway, I'm supposed to head for the 'mess hall' for dinner soon, and I figure it'll be a good chance to talk with some of the students. Maybe one of them can give me advice on the superhero name thing... except maybe that 'Gimmick' girl. Four hundred IQ, no creativity...

Hope she doesn't read this...

Stargazer's Log

Not a big post for today...