6:00AM, Monday, Manhattan, New York
"Alright, mister Oberschmidt, the camera's rolling. When I say 'go', I want you to turn that bone into something else. Ready? Go!"Fargus pointed and waggled his fingers at the bone in his hands. The store-bought cow ankle twisted, bubbled, and shifted. A layer of broth that had solidified over the bone peeled off like a strip of sunburnt skin. Pieces of the bone sunk while others rose, until at last they settled.
What Fargus now held in his hands was a small figurine shaped like a human, made entirely out of bone. Fargus presented it to the camera, and manipulated the figurine into waving its arms.
"Good work, Mister Oberschmidt! We'll send this in to the studio and have a story out by noon! I can tell this is going to be national news! Something special, not like those riots in Detroit! Now, if you would be so kind as to follow me to the studio for an interview, we can keep moving forward with this."1:00PM, Monday, New York City, new York
"And we're back! Shocking news today as America has found its first confirmed instance of superpowers! The lucky guy, Mister Fargus Oberschmidt, is here with us in the studio! So, Mister Oberschmidt, how's being Superman?""I, uh... I honestly don't have any superpowers like Superman or whatever, I can just... control bones."
"Really! Well, Mister Oberschmidt, I think we've got a clip of you doing just that! Roll it!"The anchorman who had just been speaking leaned back a bit. Evidently, the camera wasn't focused on either of them, anymore. Fargus looked around the room carefully. Nobody seemed to be in awe of him, or at all interested. No, rather, these were regular people going through their life as they always did. The thought ran a ways through his head, and settled down, classified as "not important". After all, it is human nature to look out for one's self. Spite simply didn't enter the equation until it was profitable.
The anchorman whispered to Fargus in a quiet hiss
"When the red light on the camera comes back, you're on again. There's a femur strapped underneath the table. We're going to have you transform. Look sharp, it's coming back on!"The camera the anchorman had motioned to did indeed light up, causing the anchorman to bolt upright and speak in clear, concise tones once again.
"Interesting stuff! Say, Mister Oberschmidt, we might have some skeptics in the audience. Do you have anything you can do to prove them wrong?"Fargus was getting into the spirit of things! With a grin on his face, he spoke with a chipper tone and quite a bit of flair in his motions. "Why, of course! I just so happen to have a bone right here!" He ripped the femur from its loose straps, and held it up to the camera. He closed his eyes, and focused on the bone.
The bone burst into a cloud of meal and dust with a fantastic booming sound. The dust hung in the air, before spontaneously rising up into a cloud just above Fargus's head. The cloud shrunk in size until it was a single sphere just about the size of a ball bearing. Then, the sphere grew and grew. As it grew, it gained features. Where once was curves now became flat edges. A bleached-white cube of bone dropped into Fargus's hand. Fargus presented the bone cube to the camera with a flourish, and set it on the desk in front of him.
The anchorman didn't miss a beat.
"Well, there you have it! Thank you, Mister Oberschmidt! We'll be back after these messages!" Once again the red light on the camera in front of them blinked off. Once again the anchorman turned to Fargus.
"Pretty good, sir! I think you've got quite a career ahead of you! I can tell this video's going to go global. Well, I'd say this is about it for your segment. Why don't you head back to the room we gave you, I'm sure your friends would be happy to see you!"The video did indeed go global. Within hours, websites across the world had posted the interview. Across the world, people were discussing the possible causes of Fargus's powers.
A scant three hours after that, evidence that Fargus's blood contained unusual amounts of strontium scrounged from Leo Oberschmidt's experiments on his own brother surfaced. At the same time, so did evidence of Herschel's miraculous arsenic-laced life. Knowledge of the Elementals was spreading fast, but was still hazy. Speculation and blind fantasy ran wild, but eventually the truth would be revealed.