[I’ve generated some random friends/cohorts for Luke. They may or may not be used again, depending on plot development.]
[Nikolai Astapkovich: Elemental, shadow. Uses dark magic to paralyze and debilitate.]
[Yamada Reika: Augmentative. Uses ghostly flames to strengthen her body and katana. Her first name, Reika, can be read as either “beautiful flower” or “spirit fire”.]
[Francis Leonhart: Summoning. Summons various creatures that attach to his nervous system and function as extra limbs.]
[Jessica Thompson: Empathic. Shoots out what appears to be green electricity to disrupt and inhibit magical powers.]
[Despite some notable similarities, these people are not entirely meant to be expies of the NOS high council in TWA.]
“That will be enough, Nikolai,” I call out amiably to the young Russian shadow mage, my number one minion, ahem, I mean friend.
“Those fuckers were going to burn down our school, Luke!” Nikolai spits as he gives the gangster, bound and paralyzed by his dark magic, another savage kick in the crotch. His otherwise somewhat humorous Russian accent now drips with venom and malice. “They deserve worse than this!”
“But still, Nik, why are we dishing out the punishment?” Reika, a second member of my little group, speaks casually, even though she is holding the blade of her katana against another gangster’s neck. “I mean, we should hand those guys to the police. Else we’ll no better than a bunch of vigilantes.”
“We are a bunch of vigilantes,” says Francis, the usual voice of reason within our circle. He is holding down three of the gangsters with the plastic-looking tentacles attached to his arms, the strange creatures that he can summon and attach to his nerve signals at will.
“And seriously, do you really believe that the police will hold these idiots in for long?” Jessica scoffs; it is her empathic magic that is currently inhibiting the couple of fire mages among the gangsters.
“She’s right, you stupid faggots!” One of the gangsters I am holding down suddenly barks with laughter. “We’ve got connections! If you fucking throw us in jail, we’ll be outta there and burning down your asses like-”
I suddenly tighten the strings of shimmering telekinetic energy coming from my body that is binding the gangster down like ropes. “I apologize, but I don’t remember permitting you to speak,” I look down at the pathetic speck of a human being with disdain. An orb of white light materializes near me and floats down, moving millimeters away from the man’s face, causing him to instinctively shrink back in fear. He clearly remembers its power to scorch vile-hearted vermin like him. “And like you, I also have connections.” Given all the favors old man Mephistine has done them in the past, the police here is generally very willing to bend their rules a little or a lot for me.
“Who the hell are you anyways?!” One of the other gangsters blurts out. I do not blame him; it is not common to see a group of five teenagers, mere high school students, utterly devastate a recognizably dangerous gang like the Hellrazers.
My lips curl into a smirk. “Novus Ordo Seclorum,” I utter the name of our little, ahem, peacekeeping group, that we’ve decided for ourselves.
“That name still sucks,” Nikolai grumbles.
Francis sighs. “We voted, Nikolai. And I like it.”
“Can we turn those guys in now?” Reika asks. “Please?”
“Of course,” I say smoothly, while hauling all my captive gangsters to their feet. My cohorts do the same. “Oh, and one more thing…” The ball of white light that I have yet to dispel suddenly flattens into a malleable sheet, and coats the gangster’s face. “This is for burning my face off earlier,” I speak as my magic rapidly destroys the criminal’s skin cells.
I sit by the riverbank, and silently gaze at the brilliant twinkling stars above. Habitually I raise the silver chain and cross pendant around my neck to watch the glittering starlight reflected on its shiny surfaces. Then I frown in annoyance, looking at the malformed blob of metal, remembering my, ahem, encounter with the Hellrazers gang earlier today. It was a careless and stupid mistake, allowing that fireball to slip past my telekinetic barrier and strike me. The blast melted my pendant and scorched my face, a favor I gladly repaid to the fire mage before we turned him in. Fortunately it was only the loss of skin and bits of flesh, nothing I could not easily heal, but my spell does not work on inanimate objects. Too bad; I liked this pendant…
Sighing, I take the pendant off, crush it with telekinesis, and toss it into the river. Repairing this cheap fake silver is probably more expensive than buying a new one.
I think back to Nikolai and the others, these people whom I call friends. Yes, they are all good people at heart, for my World’s Will spell harms none of them. They are dependable, and I trust them to watch my back. But ultimately, they flock under me because I am strong. In this city where magic is few, frowned upon, and even feared, mages like us naturally stick together, with their strongest as the leader. I occasionally wonder how people will treat me if I do not possess this great magical power, likely not a protector to be followed or a monster to be feared. Nikolai, Reika, Francis, and Jessica… Would they still be my friends if I were not a mage?
I shake my head clear of these thoughts. I do have power, and considering hypothetical situations will accomplish nothing. I gaze up at the stars again; there are simply so many of them. Who knows what lurks in the depths of outer space amid those stars? I think back to Mephistine’s ramblings of an apocalypse, where I will be the savior and spread the World’s Will to those who survive its judgment. Perhaps there truly is something amid those stars, something that can crush our human civilization with ease?
At that moment, a line of white streaks across the sky. Hmm, a shooting star? How nice.
The shooting star becomes brighter and brighter. It takes me a moment, but I quickly realize that it seems to be coming directly toward me. “What…” I stand up and begin to walk backwards.
For several seconds, the white glow becomes blinding. Wind rushes at me. Instinctively I form a telekinetic force field around me, charging it so full of energy that it goes from mere translucent ripples in the air to a solid glowing white energy construct. Almost as soon as I conjure the barrier, I feel a crushing pressure on my mind that nearly shatters the shield. But whatever it is, my magic is strong enough to hold it off, barely. I let out a shuddering breath as the force field dissipates. A little smoking crater lies before me. It must have been the shockwave of the impact; there is no way my shield can hold against the meteorite itself.
I glance down at the meteorite that has nearly killed me. It looks like a lump of some bright silvery white metal, slightly smaller than my closed fist. I can feel energy from the metal, a subtle energy that is elusive and barely detectable. Experimentally, I reach out with telepathy to touch the metal. For the first instant I can feel its power stored within, but the energy quickly slips out of my grasp.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I bend down to examine the silvery lump more closely. It’s strange that I do not feel much heat emanating from the metal, considering that it has just fallen from the sky as a meteorite. I briefly wonder if the metal is radioactive, but it matters not; cancer and other radiation-related illnesses can be cured quite easily with healing spells such as mine. Seeing no potential harm in doing so, I reach out with one finger to touch the metal. And…
Nothing particularly interesting happens. The lump of metal feels warm, and surprisingly light, almost weightless, as I pick it up. I extend my telepathy to it again, with the same result as before. Hmm…
Looking at the lump of silvery metal in my hand, I think back to the lump of fake silver that used to be my cross pendant. I thought of the searing agony as the Hellrazer fire mage’s bolt struck my face. Suddenly the metal responds, leaving off of my hand by its own accord. It expands and flattens itself into a sheet, curves, and attaches itself to my face as a silvery mask.
“What…?!” I sputter out. The sound comes out of the mask and reaches my ears with a strange metallic tinge. “I do not need facial protection!” Seething, I cause telekinetic force to seep out of the skin on my face, peeling the silvery mask off. Just as I scratch my face to see if any metal remains, the mask collapses and morphs into an exact replica of the silver cross pendant I lost today, chain included.
I stare the newly formed pendant incredulously. I then strike it with all my telepathic might, determined to pry apart its secrets. But the metal becomes unresponsive once more.
The next day
“Sorry dude, seems just like enchanted silver to me,” Samuel, a local alchemist whose shop I occasionally visit, puts down the silver cross pendant after a long period of examination. “It’s charmed to be tough and light, but that’s pretty much it. I can’t do a thing to mess with the enchantment though, so whoever did it must be real good.”
I frown as I take back the pendant. “Thank you very much, Samuel.” Even as I try again, the metal does not respond to my telepathic probe. It really does feel like nothing more than enchanted silver. In fact, if someone gives this pendant to me right now, there is no way I’ll ever know that it comes from a meteorite.
Oh well. At least I now have a replacement pendant. With a shrug I put the silver cross and chain around my neck, and walks out of the store.
[So if anyone is concerned with Luke’s telekinesis, it’s basically just solid physical objects created from the surface of his body. If you’re under the impression that it’s OP, just PM me and I’ll argue otherwise.]